John Ockels, a lay-leader at the Red River Unitarian Universalist Church in Denison, Texas, preached this sermon decrying the “Theology of Running Away” two weeks ago to his congregation. He challenges the notion of religion as constant searching, and encourages us as Unitarian Universalists to put down roots, “Kudzu-style.”

And I, for one, say “AMEN.” How about you?

Shall We Dwell At the River?

by John Ockels

This morning Iʼm here to criticize what I call “The Theology of Running Away.” Enough already with the theology of Singing the Journey, This World Is Not My Home, running-all-over-creation-chasing My Elusive Dreams, and nostalgic floating around in a boat, never quite docking, never quite engaging. “I’ve been sailing all my life now, Never harbor nor port have I known.” Please. Enough with all that. Enough with the theology of always being on a journey. Itʼs officially wearing me out.

This morning I want to argue for an end to all that Hank Thompson “Iʼm Moving On,” “We are going, heaven knows where we are going, Woyaya,” Christopher Columbus, thereʼs a better world over yonder, “Go West Young Man,” Herman Hesse Journey To the East, somewhere over the rainbow, life must be better somewhere else or sometime else stuff. Forget all that. Makes me tired just to think about it.

This morning I want to argue for a radical theology of loving where you are, staying put, spreading out, putting down roots … and taking over. Like a plant. And doing so successfully, like a successful weed. In short I want to argue a theology based on radical engagement where we are standing right now. A theology based on observing how plants interact with their surroundings, not one based on continued roaming predator behavior. A theology of taking over like a weed. A theology of Kudzu.

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At the end of John’s second year of seminary, we attended the Unitarian Universalist Association’s General Assembly in Fort Worth, Texas. A couple of days before the big event gets started each year, the ministers and many of their partners and spouses gather for “Professional Days.”

That year, the annual Berry Street Address was given by the Rev. Burton Carley, now serving the Church of the River in Memphis, TN. It was nothing short of remarkable:

“The Way Home”

The Rev. Burton D. Carley
The Berry Street Essay, 2005

Delivered at the Unitarian Universalist Association General Assembly
Fort Worth, Texas
June 23, 2005

The desire may begin without understanding what it is exactly that you are longing for. One thing is for sure. The urge is wrapped with a hollow feeling that has all the weight of missing something. You cast about for what it might be that haunts you. A fleeting shadow comes and goes at the corner of the eye. Quickly you turn to capture it without success. After a while you try to dismiss it, rationalize it, ignore it, but the yearning persists.

A story seeps up from the internal depths, breaking the surface between sleep and waking. It is Moses and God in conversation. I never know whether to envy Moses or be among those who were wisely thankful that there was someone either foolish enough or courageous enough to risk being in the presence of such sacred power. In that narrative from the ancient past God warns Moses that no one can look directly upon the divine face and live. Then it occurs to me as if by some revelation that this deep down desire may have a source other than my own making, and that the way there does not take me to a strange, awkward, foreign, and forbidding place. It occurs to me that the way there is the way home, a path out of the hollow up to the hallowed. A sense of place becomes clear and Meister Eckhart whispers in my ear: “God is at home. We are in the far country.”

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On Monday we heard from the Rev. A. Powell Davies, a formative figure in the history of Unitarian Universalism. What some may not realize, is that at the side of such prophetic, successful, figures is usually a partner, and helpmate - in Rev. Davies’ case, his wife Muriel A. Davies.

After her husband’s death, Mrs. Davies continued his work, most notably serving as the organizing director for the River Road church in Bethesda, Maryland. This church now has over 600 members, and on November 19th, 2007, Mrs. Davies’ 100th birthday, the congregation ordained her as a Minister Emerita:

“There was no minister in the beginning and for 18 months she was the sole staff person,” said the Rev. Scott Alexander, minister of River Road. “She contacted the families, and then got the church school going. And she did all this from an office in her home.”

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“It was wonderful,” said Davies, contacted later at home. “The day and the ordination meant a great deal more to me than I can say. My connection with River Road is very important to me. I went through a very hard time when my husband died in 1957. The church really changed my life. It gave me self-confidence and I became a different person through that job with the church.”

There aren’t many works by Rev. Mrs. Davies on the internet, but I was able to find a jewel of a sermon that she gave on May 17, 1998, the occasion of the 90th Anniversary of the Unitarian Church in Summit, New Jersey. Enjoy.
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