Interlude: Evolution and Revolution

A funny thing happened on my way back to school.  I found a Community.

I’ve posted before about unexpectedly finding a home at a Unitarian Universalist church, and while this is an update to that post, it’s also an expansion of it.

When I walked away from a seminarian’s path twenty years ago, I did so with a clear conscience.  A life of service to any organisation that is dedicated to eradicating people like you is no way to do the work you are called to do, and I, in that moment, could see no other way out than to walk away.

However, somewhere in the last couple of months, my opposition to that life of service shifted.  That’s when the explorations started, the considerations and conversations began, and the beginnings of a renewal in my path as a person of faith were laid.

This morning at services, I had the privilege of watching the livestream of the UUA General Assembly Sunday morning worship session.  The stories that were shared echoed my own story, and my heart sang at not just a community found within the walls of that particular congregation, but at the realization that I was among people who shared my bliss.  People who share my joy in the diversity of the Divine.  People who welcomed me Home.

After services, I was visiting with a member of the congregation. We talked about our respective journeys and how I came to the congregation. I told her that I saw in their minister representation of myself and my Community, that I saw and bore witness to the truth that UU’s live their ministry of social justice.  That I saw their legacy of social action present when they held vigil for victims of the AME massacre, when they spoke of the need to expand beyond marriage equality into racial, economic, and gender equality, when they spoke of the need to care for our Earth.

On Saturday night, we attended Dignity/Chicago’s Roman Catholic rite in the city, and worshipping with the UU’s again this morning brought me back to the sense of hope I once had.  Now, as I look to my upcoming (re)education, I become more and more confident that I have made the right choice. I still firmly believe that my decision to walk away twenty years ago was the right one… because I have now found the Community in whose arms I can serve.

Be blessed, ya’ll.  Be blessed.