For those for whom one look at the topic in December was not enough, we continued with the theme of ‘Hope’ for our January gathering. We feel we cannot talk of hope too often.
Along with some uplifting online music, some silent contemplation, reflection or meditation, and the lighting of candles with which to name our joys and concerns, the following elements were present in our time together.
Our president of the day had selected Bible readings from the books of Isaiah and Genesis.
We lit the chalice candle and in the quiet we reflected privately on what it was that had brought us to the gathering; on what matters to us; on the ideals we hold and how we have lived up to those ideals in the recent past.
The first reading was from the King James Bible and was Genesis chapter 1 verses 1-12. It starts with the spirit of God moving over the waters just before the creation of light, and ends with the creation of the earth and the renewal of the plants growing on the earth.
The second reading was from the New Revised Standard Version of the Bible and was Isaiah chapter 42 verses 1-9a. It describes and praises the servant that God has chosen to bring forth justice, and refers also to the creation story.
The president reflected as follows.
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In our Unitarian tradition we share in stories and images that transcend us as individuals, as communities, even as a movement. We draw inspiration and find meaning in the re-telling and re-living of things, which unite us with many across the divides of history, geography, creed and practice. Our Unitarian tradition leads us to share our joy while not imposing our view.
And our Unitarian tradition leads us to take responsibility for what we read into our heritage and what we do on account of it. To us the Scripture we share is not the law, perhaps not even a witness; rather, it is the account of a journey to the heart of what matters. Scripture can move us but never command us, wake us but not force us to work.
In our first reading we heard about the making of the world: from the breath of God rippling the waters of the darkness, to a blue and green world beneath the heavens. How beautiful and how fragile it seems. Land so recently submerged, now between the waters above and the waters below, which could surge together at any moment.
Hope is not an add-on or balm: it is the pulse, the rippling breath on the waters of the dark. A world born of hope, and held in hope.
Our second reading takes us hundreds of years and hundreds of miles from the narrative of our first author. The prophet Isaiah, in exile in Babylon, speaking to a people who had seen their homeland burn, their culture and certainties ripped apart and who are now being asked to hope an impossible hope. In the face of injustice, of oppression, of disenfranchisement, they are being asked not only to imagine a better world but to start living in it. To live in a world no more 'there' than was the blue and green of our earth, as the breath rippled the waters in the dark. That same defiant hope at the heart of Creation burns at the heart of civilization. Though everything seems to tend to chaos, and despite the injustice of “might is right”, that spark, that pulse of hope goes on. Why is there kindness rather than chaos? Why is there love rather than nothing?
Though not for all, for some of us the cadences and phrases of these two readings will be very familiar. We will hear the echoes of the spirit moving over the waters in the story of Jesus, just before he comes up out of the Jordan at his baptism. We will hear the words of the song of praise sung about the child Jesus as he was presented in the temple. We will hear the justice demanded, in terms of the Beatitudes Jesus (on the Mount) offered to us as a way of life. Again, the gospels were written hundreds of miles and hundreds of years removed from Isaiah, but once more we find a radical, defiant hope against hope. A story of a life lived contrary to all the givens of the world around; a life not lived out of ignorance, not out of wishful thinking, not out of a certainty it would all be ok, but lived in hope. A life lived in a world yet to emerge from the darkness, a world only yet the barest ripple of breath.