If you were going to rebirth yourself, who would be on your team? Would you choose your best friend, your spouse, fellowship or church members? What would you want them to advise you on, if you were actually going to step into a new life?
Taking off from the death and resurrection metaphors of the Easter season, this service will further explore the concept of rebirth: a radical reshifting of certain elements in your life and how, if you were to ask for help, you would construct it.
Welcome:
Welcome to the Upper Delaware Unitarian Universalist Fellowship this June 19. Today, I want to explore with you a concept that we began with our Easter service where we talked about metaphor and the Easter imagery of rebirth and resurrection. Besides Jesus, we used the story of Mike Mulligan and his steam shovel. We explored how Mike Mulligan died as a steam shovel operator and was reborn as a town hall custodian. We saw that Mary Anne died as a steam shovel and was reborn as a town hall furnace. We talked about how metaphors and stories help us to make sense out of events in our lives, and we wondered whether there was something in our lives that we would like to turn around. We did a ritual of why not? Why not consider a different solution to problem? Why not transform the situation?
Today, I wanted to take that one step further and consider the metaphor of a re-birthing team: a group of people that you would choose to help you affect that rebirth, or a transformation, in yourself. Of course, you are perfect the way you are. Of course, change for the sake of change has little significance. And as so much of our lives is our perception, considering the metaphor of rebirth, imagining for ourselves that we could affect change in ourselves, assemble a team of people to assist us, taking good care of ourselves and our hopes for a new being, and giving ourselves a gestation period just might open up a space and some fertile ground for growth and service in our lives and the lives around us.
Call to Worship:
Summer Day by Mary Oliver
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
Chalice Lighting:
“Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.” [The Rev. Dr. Howard Thurman (1899 – April 10, 1981) was an influential American author, philosopher, theologian, educator and civil rights leader. He was Dean of Theology and the chapels at Howard University and Boston University for more than two decades, wrote 20 books, and in 1944 helped found a multicultural church. He was the link between Gandhi and Martin Luther King Jr. and brought Gandhi’s message of non-violence to the civil rights movement.]
(He helped Martin Luther King, Jr. rebirth himself with a message of non-violence.)
First Reading:
The Journey by Mary Oliver
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice—
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do—
determined to save
the only life you could save.
Homily/Meditation:
“There is something in every one of you that waits and listens for the sound of the genuine in yourself. It is the only true guide you will ever have. And if you cannot hear it, you will, all of your life, spend your days on the ends of strings that somebody else pulls.” Howard Thurman
Rebirthing breathing exercise
According to Deike Begg, in her book Rebirthing: “The trick to ‘rebirthing’ is to allow yourself to dwell in the unknown world for long enough for a transformation to occur. That world lies in what Deepak Chopra in his book ‘Quantum Healing’ calls a ‘gap” In this gap, creativity, inspiration, super-intelligence and supernatural visions have their abode.
Buddha taught that a conscious observation of inhalation and exhalation lead eventually to knowledge of liberation.
Breathing technique:
With eyes shut, breathe in and out through your mouth with the emphasis on the inhale. Do not alternate mouth and nose breathing. Imagine that you are drawing the breath up through your feet into the top of your chest. Draw in a little more breath than normal breathing. Let your lungs stretch a bit.
Relax the exhale. Do not push it, force it, or form it. Imagine that your throat is wide and open like a tunnel.
Keep the breath connected without pauses between inhale and exhale. As soon as you have exhaled, pull the breath up again from your feet. You do not need to exhale all of the way if it seems to you that your exhale is rather long.
Adjust the speed of your breath to suit your own comfort. As long as you breathe in with extra effort with an open throat and a sense that your lungs are filling to capacity, the speed is immaterial.
This form of breathing will not only establish a connection to your spiritual self, nourish your soul and free your creativity, but it is also a useful technique in all kinds of different situations to effect relaxation, reflection and inspiration and to enhance the imaging.
When I think about rebirthing myself as a community minister, one of the people on my team would be an artistic director. I think I need to develop the skills of an orator and I need to know how my body language is – I think I need to develop a physical presence, I need to know whether the talking that I do with my hands reads. I think I need a creative director as well. Does it work that I’m dressed in wrinkly linen and wear my funky art pieces. And while I think that I would love to have a rebirthing party, I see assembling a group of women. I have male friends, but I’m not sure that I want them to be part of the conversation that talks about how I look. And what’s with that? Somehow to me, I seem too vulnerable?
I think about how we go through a rebirthing when we change jobs. We go through a rebirthing when we have some sort of trauma in our lives, someone dies; we get divorced. But can we go through a rebirthing by choice. Of course, if you look at the word reborn, you will find Christian reference to being reborn, but that generally means that you have accepted Jesus Christ as your personal savior.
So who would be on your birthing team? What do you want to be rebirthed into?
Morning Poem by Mary Oliver
Every morning
the world
is created.
Under the orange
sticks of the sun
the heaped
ashes of the night
turn into leaves again
and fasten themselves to the high branches—
and the ponds appear
like black cloth
on which are painted islands
of summer lilies.
If it is your nature
to be happy
you will swim away along the soft trails
for hours, your imagination
alighting everywhere.
And if your spirit
carries within it
the thorn
that is heavier than lead—
if it's all you can do
to keep on trudging—
there is still
somewhere deep within you
a beast shouting that the earth
is exactly what it wanted—
each pond with its blazing lilies
is a prayer heard and answered
lavishly,
every morning,
whether or not
you have ever dared to be happy,
whether or not
you have ever dared to pray.
Benediction: Wild Geese by Mary Oliver
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting—
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.