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General Assembly 2003 Event 4003

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Sunday morning, thousands of Unitarian Universalists converged on Boston’s Fleet Center via “the T” (the public transportation system), cabs, shuttles, and old-fashioned foot power. We entered what was obviously a sports arena, with flags on the ceiling for the Boston Bruins and Boston Celtics. But it had become a worship space with the large “stained glass” image at one end, a chalice in the center of the floor, stadium seating around three sides, box seats higher up, and seating on the floor of the arena for ministers being honored, the surviving family members of ministers who had died in the last year, two choirs, and a few VIPs. Opening the program, the tone of the morning was clearly both reverent and irreverent—the opening quotation was from Philip Appleman:

O Karma, Dharma, pudding and pie,
Gimme a break before I die:
Grant me wisdom, will, and wit,
Purity, probity, pluck, and grit.

As the opening time neared and the arena filled, one end of the stands began a “wave,” and it continued to laughter and widespread participation to the other end of the huge U-shaped tiers of seats—three times. At that point, the Rev. David P. Hubner, Director of Ministry and Professional Leadership for the Unitarian Universalist Association (UUA), stepped forward to begin the service, beginning by saying, “From what I’ve seen, I think you’re glad to be here.” He welcomed us to the “largest ever gathering of Unitarian Universalists,” calling it a “time to affirm our faith” and to “covenant to work together in the world, give recognition to our leaders, lay and professional, to do so much.... We can transform this sports arena at least this morning into a cathedral of Unitarian Universalist spirit. Welcome, rejoice, and come in.”

Following this welcome was the Unitarian Universalist Children’s Choir, directed by Ann MacDonald Diers, performing “For the Beauty of the Earth,” and a Call to Worship led by the Rev. Beth Williams, Religious Education Credentialing Director. As the congregation stood for the hymn “Rank by Rank,” ministers filed in wearing their robes—many black or other colors of academic robes, and other colors and styles as well.

The chalice was lit in silence by Ms. Marilyn Gentile, the partner of deceased minister the Rev. Jody Shipley. The Rev. Dr. Ralph Mero, Church Staff Finances Director of the UUA, led a responsive reading adapted from the Rev. Ralph Norman Helverson, remembering, recognizing, and thanking ministers in their many different ways of ministering.

Representing the Ministerial Fellowship Committee, the Rev. Leslie Westbrook told her own story of realizing the importance of ministry. She recalled walking through Gettysburg cemetery with Jim Reeb, and how when he said, “Isn’t it better than being alone?” she felt a healing care. “My story is highly personal, and yet I think not so different from all our stories of this love affair with Unitarian Universalism.” She welcomed those receiving Preliminary Fellowship to the Unitarian Universalist ministry,

Before the Rev. David Pettee read the names of the ministers who have attained Preliminary Fellowship, he said that “each certificate represents a unique and individual journey of faith, persistence, and commitment ... and also the love and support of many people” who’ve made those journeys possible. The hand of fellowship, he said, is “not symbolic, but incarnates a pledge of support and fellowship.” He called the names of those receiving Preliminary Fellowship. Each received a certificate, then the right hand of fellowship from the Rev. Dr. William Sinkford, UUA President; the Rev. Dr. Kendyl Gibbons, UU Ministers Association President; Westbrook, representing the Ministerial Fellowship Committee; and the Rev. David P. Hubner, representing the UUA’s Department of Ministry.

The Rev. Dr. Michelle Bentley, Professional Development Director of the UUA, then introduced the ministers recognized for receiving Final Fellowship, after active and successful ministries of at least three years, saying “May all your ministries be rich and long.” She shared some “words of wisdom” from the Rev. Dana McLean Greeley on the three-fold function of ministry: serving individual needs, promoting the faith, and reforming society. These ministers, too, filed past in the center of the arena, receiving certificates and the hand of fellowship from Sinkford, Gibbons, Westbook, and Hubner.

The Rev. Dr. John H. Weston, UUA Settlement Director, introduced the ministers completing their service by noting that the 16 such ministers present represented “20,100 people counseled; 9,600 weddings; 2,900 children dedicated; 3,700 memorial services and funerals; 13,800 sermons preached; 52 family relocations to take a new call; 4,600 Board meetings, 8,400 pot luck dinners consumed, and 1,800 dinners missed while keeping vigil at hospitals.” The Rev. Dr. Peter S. Raible joined Sinkford, Westbrook, Gibbons, and Hubner in extending a hand of appreciation and thanks to the ministers after their names were individually called and received certificates.

Rev. Mero then introduced the offering for the Living Tradition Fund, urging that people contribute generously to the fund, which supports scholarships for theological school students, aid to current ministers, and aid to retired ministers. He asked that those present continue this help: “to those to whom much is given, much is expected ... especially in uncertain times.... We share our hopes, we share our values; let us be generous to keep them alive.”

As the offering baskets were passed around the huge arena, the children’s and adult choirs energetically sang “Feel Good,” accompanied by intricate coordinated hand gestures by the children.

The Rev. Gary Smith, Senior Minister of First Parish in Concord, Mass., delivered the sermon which he’d titled “Give ‘Em the Old Razzle Dazzle” (below). He talked of sports heroes in Boston and what they’d meant to him in creating “sacred ground” where the Fleet Center stands. In a dramatic moment, imitating the raising of the jerseys of those sports heroes into the rafters of the arena, Smith honored the “uniform” of ministerial colleagues by literally raising a pulpit robe to the rafters—to laughs and cheers. He also noted the challenges of ministry, and that most ministers won’t be heroes in the same sense of sports stars. He concluded,

“Ministry is our calling, it is our life work, it is our procession, it is our living tradition. And out there, beyond time present, beyond all the pageantry, the trumpet fanfares, and the drum rolls, there will always be the simple and ordinary moments that will transform and transcend and make holy, ministry now and again and again and again. I thank you all for this faith and for this profession we share.”

The choral response, by the adult choir, Singers of the Living Tradition, was “We Are One,” with a rousing soprano solo.

Rev. Sinkford honored those ministers who had died in the year preceding this General Assembly, reading their individual names and leading a prayer, “that we may know the emptiness their passing leaves in our hearts, but also the many, many blessings their ministries brought us.” This was followed by an organ response in a somber mood.

The congregation then stood for the recessional hymn, “For All the Saints,” while the ministers honored filed out. Rev. Hubner closed with a benediction, and then the program closed with a piano postlude, a medley of favorite Unitarian Universalist hymns.

Reported by Jone Johnson Lewis; edited by Margy Levine Young.

Give 'Em The Old Razzle Dazzle

The Rev. Gary E. Smith

At the risk of blasphemy, I will say that this little acre of property upon which we meet this morning was made sacred for me nearly half a century ago. I grew up two hundred miles north of here, in central Maine, and through the miracle of a transistor radio, and an earphone, and the cover of darkness sometime after lights out, the old Boston Garden came alive, the "Gah-den", a magnificent structure that stood just south of here on Causeway Street until its demolition some years ago. In the nights of my boyhood, Johnny Most introduced me to Bill Russell and Bob Cousy and the parquet floor of the Boston Celtics. On other nights, I listened to the Bruins games and the Chief, Johnny Bucyk, as he slid up and down the ice, crashing into the boards, bloody for fighting for the puck. "The Bruins goal is to your right on the radio," this voice would tell me, and it was as if I was there, as if I was here.

Later, the names were Larry Bird and Kevin McHale, Bobby Orr, Phil Esposito, and Ray Bourque, all names that hung from the rafters of the Garden, that hang now from the rafters here at the Fleet Center, memories for New Englanders, all of them, a place of heroes and champions, boyhood idols. I became Cousy in my driveway, shooting foul shot after foul shot, with the NBA final on the line, depending on first this shot and then that. This acre of land was the big city, it was the place of the Ringling Brothers, Barnum and Bailey Circus; it was the place of the Ice Follies; it was not Maine, it was a world beyond, it was me and my mother and father, me and my two older brothers. If I say this is sacred ground to me, you will understand my sentimentality.

And who would have imagined I would return today in a black clergy robe, here in the midst of my colleagues whom I love so much, here on a floor of memories, here among thousands of Unitarian Universalists, sojourners with me in my adopted faith, as we pause in the business of our General Assembly to take notice, to remember, to recognize, and to give thanks. These words are addressed to my colleagues in ministry, those entering into this amazing profession, those who have earned something called retirement, those of blessed memory, these are words for you, and for all my colleagues spread throughout the hall, with my own staggering and humble realization that a few other people will be eavesdropping.

From the moment I was invited to preach here this morning and learning the setting in which I would speak, I have known what I want to do next. What will happen now is meant to be high symbolism. It is meant to be a moment of tribute to you, my colleagues past, present and future. We are committed to a profession in which we serve in so many invisible ways, in our communities as chaplains and social workers, in our work with children, in our parish ministry with congregations across this land, in our day-to-day struggles to try to get ministry right, say this word and not that word, make peace here, hold our peace, put the pieces back together, please some of the people some of the time, say the word "God" enough but not too much, laugh at the jokes about ministers working only on Sundays, shop at supermarkets out of town so your parishioners won't discover you buy really big bags of chips, and, in this past year, struggling with an economy that has squeezed the living day light out of the institutional budgets that support our ministries, and of an insane world in which we've had to scream, "Hey! I'm a patriot, too!!"

O Karma, Dharma, pudding and pie,
gimme a break before I die:
grant me wisdom, will, & wit,
purity, probity, pluck & grit.
Trustworthy, loyal, helpful, kind,
gimme great abs & a steel-trap mind,
and forgive, Ye Gods, some humble advice—
these little blessings would suffice
to beget an earthly paradise:
make the bad people good—
and the good people nice;
and before our world goes over the brink,
teach the believers how to think.

And so, my colleagues, here on the floor and in the seats all around, even in the cheap seats up high, on behalf of the heroic work you do, and of the champions you are, along with the names of Orr and Esposito, Bucyk and Bourque, Russell and Cousy, Bird and McHale, we now raise to the rafters your name, your uniform, your number, this, a symbol of your ministry, and we thank you.

[Pulpit robe raised. Audience reaction follows.]

And now back to reality and some straight talk. Whatever glory there is, we know this, is fleeting, pun intended. Here is what I know about my own ministry: there are Sundays when I walk into the pulpit in Concord and I look out at the congregation, and I think to myself, "What am I doing here? If these people, whom I know and I love so much, only knew how inadequate I feel, how inadequate I AM, would everything come tumbling down?" "Give 'em the old razzle dazzle," I can hear Billy Flynn sing in the musical Chicago, and there are days it could be me singing. "Give 'em the old double whammy. Daze and dizzy 'em, show 'em the first rate sorcerer you are. Long as you can keep 'em way off balance, how can they spot you got no talents? Razzle dazzle 'em. Razzle dazzle 'em." 
And then Jack Mendelsohn's words come back. "Ministers," he wrote, "sit with the happy and the sad in a chaotic pattern of laugh, cry, laugh, cry—and know deep down that the first time their laughter is false or their tears are make-believe, their days as real ministers are over." We will leave the Fleet Center in a bit, and tomorrow or the next day we will go back to our ministries, in parishes, in offices, in hospitals, in classrooms, on the street, at a bed side, in a clinic, on a campus, in the pulpit, at a conference center, in a meeting room, in a meeting room, in a meeting room. And most of us have never and will never be the big heroes, the big champions; we will never receive $90 million for a Nike minister's shoe contract. We know, deep down, that all our words, all our music, all our prayers, all our advice and encouragement, our laughter and tears, they're ephemeral; they pass almost as soon as they're spoken and sung.

But what remains? This is what I have come to know. This is what a celebration of the living tradition of ministry points toward. This is what ultimately matters in our struggle not just to be a minister, but also to DO ministry. How will we guide and inspire and comfort and forgive and challenge and love one another and those we are called to serve? It probably will not happen in any of the big moments, like standing in the middle of the Fleet Center in Boston, Massachusetts, on a late June morning and receiving the recognition of our colleagues and of our lay partners in this faith. This is what I have come to know: that any measure of our success in ministry has come or will come not by raising our eyes to the rafters of champions, but by lowering them into the eyes of those we serve. The measure of this our ministry will not be in any great lightening bolts or in our saying something so brilliant that we will be hoisted onto shoulders and carried around the room [although, come to think of it, that might be nice].

  • The measure of our ministry will perhaps be when we dedicate a child and give it a kiss, and, for the look on that baby's face in that moment, and for the look on your face, for that matter, and for the whole scene, in the light of a Sunday morning, you will find yourself in the presence of something holy.
  • The measure of our ministry will perhaps be when we are able to come running in the middle of everything to hold someone's hand when their loved one is dying, and we take hands around the bed and find somewhere within us the words of a prayer that we will never remember and we will never forget.
  • The measure of our ministry will perhaps be when at the end of one more wonderful Coming of Age ceremony and all those fifteen-year-olds stand before us, their faces aglow, the words of Gibran echoing around them—"They are the sons and daughters of life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you."—we know that place from which our call came to be a Minister of Religious Education.
  • The measure of our ministry will perhaps be when we say one word at the beginning of a sermon and another word at the end, and back there in that pew, though that person may have gone somewhere else again between the two words, they draw some connection between the two, and they know their life will change from the moment they step outside these doors, and it has been because we found the right two words, and it has been because they came here that day ready to listen.
  • The measure of our ministry will perhaps be when, in the words of Daniel Berrigan, we see one homeless man, "and the look on his face when bread finally arrives... For that look on his face," Berrigan says, "and for your hands meeting his across [that] piece of bread, you might be willing to lose a lot..."
  • The measure of our ministry will perhaps be when we have found we have opened a way to the divine for our youngest children, when you have told a story about sharing and generosity and an open heart, and an e-mail comes that evening from a mother who tells you that her young son has that afternoon proudly shared a loaf of home-baked bread with guests, the boy referencing your story as he slices that bread, and it is bread that the mother had rather thought was set aside for her own family later.

"It comes and goes quickly," writes the poet James Autry, "so you have to pay attention, a change in the eyes when you ask about the family, a pain flickering behind [the words that are said...] In every [place], you [can] hear the threads of love and joy and fear and guilt, the cries for celebration and reassurance, and somehow you know that connecting those threads is what you are supposed to do and business takes care of itself."

We are about connecting threads, you and I, we ministers are about the ordinary and everyday, we are about the unspoken and silent things. If we are lucky, if we are aware, if we allow ourselves to be taken by the lapels and shaken into recognition, we can pause in the middle of the everyday and count out all these small blessings of ministry, take them for the bread and water and sustenance they are, and feed on them, and wake up tomorrow and do the same all over again. This Service of Living Tradition is one grand parade of ministry, from those here this morning with the flicker of a call within them, the "what if?" that pounds in their hearts, and then here come the aspirants and the candidates and the newly ordained and those who literally paraded today, those first fellowshipped as ministers and those with tenure, and all our colleagues who surround us, doing ministry, faithfully, persistently, doggedly serving "the coalition of the willing."

What a parade, and now here come those completing full-time service, thanks be to you, our mentors, our inspiration, our models, and now, in just a moment, we will hear the names of those who have passed into blessed and beloved memory, the remembered and the forgotten, the famous and the little recognized. Ministry is our calling, it is our life work, it is our procession, it is our living tradition. And out there, beyond time present, beyond all the pageantry, the trumpet fanfares, and the drum rolls, there will always be the simple and ordinary moments that will transform and transcend and make holy, ministry now and again and again and again. I thank you all for this faith and for this profession we share.

The Rev. Gary E. Smith has been the Senior Minister at the First Parish in Concord, MA. Born and raised in Maine, Rev. Smith graduated from the University of Maine and the Divinity School at Vanderbilt University. Now thirty-one years in the ministry, he served churches in Middletown, Connecticut, and Bangor, Maine, before working on the UUA staff for three years. Rev. Smith also served as President of the UU Ministers Association from 1998 to 2001.

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Last updated on Thursday, September 8, 2011.

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