Last month a colleague and I were interviewed on the public radio show Interfaith Voices about the spiritual diversity of Unitarian Universalists. The conversation eventually turned to Easter, and the host was surprised to learn that Easter is the busiest Sunday of the year—even for Unitarians! Then she asked us: “What do Unitarians talk about on Easter?” To hear our answer, listen to the interview here. Or, better yet, join us at church this Sunday for two glorious Easter services at 9:30 and 11:15 am.
My sermon this Easter is called “Right Before our Very Eyes.” Sometimes the new life we hope for is right in front of us, if only we’d open our eyes and see.
Our children will get some practice in the art of looking and seeing at our annual Easter egg hunt after each service. During service, children five and under can go to childcare, and all other young ones are invited to join their families in the sanctuary, where there will be worship activity kits to keep hands busy.
I also invite you to join us this Friday at 7:30 pm in the sanctuary for a contemplative Good Friday service. Each year our Good Friday service invites us to consider the brokenness in our lives and world through the story of Jesus’ suffering and death. A simple communion service will be celebrated.
Here at the outset of spring, signs of new life abound, if only we have eyes to see. To encourage us in this practice, I leave you with David Whyte’s poem “The Opening of Eyes.”
That day I saw beneath dark clouds
the passing light over the water
and I heard the voice of the world speak out.
I knew then, as I had before
life is no passing memory of what has been
nor the remaining pages in a great book
waiting to be read.
It is the opening of eyes long closed.
It is the vision of far off things
seen for the silence they hold.
It is the heart after years
of secret conversing
speaking out loud in the clear air.
It is Moses in the desert
fallen to his knees before the lit bush.
It is the man throwing away his shoes
as if to enter heaven
and finding himself astonished,
opened at last,
fallen in love with solid ground.
In this season of new life, may we all discover that heaven is found not only over our heads but beneath our feet, on the solid ground of the Earth that we love.