Tag Archives: UU 2nd Principle
December 4–Hope: Where do we start?
Hope is one of those words. It is an Old English word, both as a noun, hopa, and a verb, hopian. They enter the stream of our language in the 12th century as what seem to be entirely Christian theologically based … Continue reading
Return Again: Illusions, Delusions and Solutions
Yesterday Nathalie Bigord sat next to me during the Service at the Unitarian Universalist Congregation of Gwinnett. Our quick greetings and check-ins came to the same place. It doesn’t feel good to wake up in a country where white supremacists … Continue reading
All Is Welcome Here: The Real You
His name was Clyde. He stood a good head and a half taller than me, an African American man probably about the same age as me. We had agreed to be conversation partners at a meeting held by the ACLU … Continue reading
All Is Welcome Here: Doing Our Work
Jennifer Garrison, a member of the Unitarian Universalist Congregation of Gwinnett, and I had a conversation after the service this past Sunday, and then she followed up sharing her reflections. These are the kinds of interior journeys that become our … Continue reading
All Is Welcome Here: Changing our Stories
When Bryan Stevenson, executive director of the Equal Justice Initiative, says that changing the narratives that support inequity and racial injustice is one of the major requirements for changing the world we live in, he is tapping into something very … Continue reading
All Is Welcome Here: Doing the Work
I had the privilege of listening to the Ware Lecture from General Assembly this year just a couple of weeks ago, live streamed from New Orleans. Bryan Stevenson, executive director of the Equal Justice Initiative in Montgomery, AL, offers … Continue reading
Open the Window: Unbiased Love
We’ve probably seen one or more of the Ad Council’s videos (often appearing as commercials on TV) in its Diversity and Inclusion campaign. You can read all about it here and watch the various ads they have put together. I’ve … Continue reading