…what I’m aiming to promote [is] — a universal spiritual oneness for all of us, welcoming to those who may be seeking refuge from a narrow sense of religion.
Let’s recognize that no one has a monopoly on pain.
I despair that Unitarian Universalism seems to have plunged into the same us-and-them-ness as our culture at large
When faced with the unbelievable, like mass killings, we react by not believing the obvious.
My generation came head-to-head with the draft and the Vietnam war just as we reached the age of questioning and rebellion.
I find the similarities between the Shahada and the Shema…striking in their similarity. Even the words both mean “hear, listen, pay attention.”
What we need most in the U.S. is truth and reconciliation. Maybe that’s what the Nuremberg trials represented for Jews, incomplete as they were.
Oppression and injustice are not competitive sports with winners and losers and a need to take sides.
Only beings with stories and myths can weave a cultural tapestry, and it’s through that cultural tapestry that we can bind larger groups together.
My spiritual life takes two interconnected (aren’t they all?) paths. I’ll discuss the Buddhist one, the Unitarian Universalist one, and how they connect.
In each moment, we can use our free will to take a non-dual, compassionate view or submit to the karma that tends to pull us toward self-and-other.
Memoirs by Kate Braestrup and Bryan Stevenson come as close as possible, for us earthlings, to putting religious truths, love and grief into words.
Originally posted on Melting-Pot Dharma:
There’s a story about Korean Zen Master Seung Sahn (1927-2004): One morning his students saw him reading the newspaper as he ate breakfast. They chided him: “You tell us, ‘When you eat, eat. When you read, read.’ But now you’re eating and reading.” Seung Sahn looked up from his newspaper…