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Happy Easter

When I was a child, Easter was meant the end of winter and the beginning of spring. It meant roses in bloom and trees in bud and soft new grass blowing in gentle breezes. At the little church I grew up in, it also meant sunrise services, sometimes performed in cemeteries, that were full of words I didn't understand, concepts I couldn't comprehend, and images I found just plain scary.

When we gathered in those cemeteries as the sun peeked over the far horizon, I heard my preacher talk about resurrection and say that he couldn't wait for bodies to be flying out of those graves. He told me that this is what Easter meant: that Jesus walking out of his own tomb meant we would all do the same.

As a small child, I found it rather more horrifying than comforting.

As I grew up, my experience of death was different than my preacher had told me it would be. The things I saw that had died - the dead squirrel on the street in front of my house, the dead bird lying next to my back porch, the dead snake I was excited to find in the schoolyard - it was pretty clear to me that all those things were dead and I could not imagine any of them coming back to life. Even my great-grandfather, at his funeral in a small-town church, did not appear destined to ever rise up out of his casket.

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What’s a Unitarian Universalist?

Khleber150x150Here on the Sun Coast, people ask me all the time, “Are you retired?” “No,” I say. “You mean you still work?” “Yes,” I say. “At what?” they ask. “Minister,” I say, and so they ask, “What kind?” 

Uh-oh. "I’m a UU," I say, "a Unitarian Universalist." “I never heard of that. What’s that mean?”

That’s when it gets a little tricky because it’s easier to say what it doesn’t mean. For instance, it doesn’t mean I’m a Muslim or a Jew, a Hindu or a Buddhist, though my church teaches classes about those traditions. It doesn’t mean I’m a Christian, either. While you can find some UUs who are Christian, I happen not to be one of them.

“You’re not giving me much to go on here,” they usually say.

"Well," I continue, "many UUs I know aspire to keep an open mind and so don’t wish to be limited to practicing religion in only one way or another. They want to engage life with all their senses and to maintain an attitude of gratitude for the gifts that come their way. They look for truth in many places: in a variety of religious and spiritual traditions, in their own experiences of the world, in lots of sacred texts and in many not-so-sacred ones as well." 

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Yes, Please Visit

Khleber150x150Joe Sullivan didn’t have the easiest of childhoods. While still very young, he suffered the neglect of his mother and the physical abuse of his father. By the time he turned ten, Joe’s family disintegrated into chaos and began moving from place to place – to more than ten addresses in three years. Because of his mental disabilities, Joe was easily led by other boys, and because he lived mostly on the streets, he fell into petty theft and other small property crimes.

Running with two older boys, Joe broke into an empty house where one of the others stole some jewelry, and then left. Later that day, the woman who lived there came home and was attacked by an assailant she never saw clearly.

The attack was brutal, violent, and shocking. Police apprehended the two older boys who pinned the guilt on thirteen-year-old Joe. Joe turned himself in and admitted participating in the burglary, but adamantly denied knowing anything about the rape. Relying on the self-serving testimony of the two older kids, prosecutors indicted Joe as an adult and, at thirteen, Joe was convicted and sentenced to life without parole.

Housed among adult inmates, Joe was repeatedly abused and sexually assaulted, and several times attempted suicide. When he developed multiple sclerosis, doctors suggested that his prison trauma probably triggered the disease.
Confined to a wheelchair, horribly mistreated, and condemned to die in prison at the age of thirteen, the childlike, emotionally disabled Joe faced a dreary future in a bleak Florida prison.

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