Whichever way we get at it or try to describe it, it is the pursuit of happiness that has held centre stage for much of human history across centuries, sects and civilizations.
A choral Treat from members of the First Unitarian Universalist Society of San Francisco Choir and the UC Berkeley Alumni Chorus. Director: Dr. Mark Sumner.Listen, or download the MP3
They are doing a lightning tour of New Zealand over the next 8 days, which includes the following 2 concerts:-
7.00 PM Tuesday January 7th at St. Andrew’s Church, 85 Hamilton Road, Cambridge.
4.30 PM Sunday January 12th at St. Peter’s Church, 1 Camp Street, Queenstown.
People sometimes wonder why Unitarians celebrate Christmas. Even some Unitarians do. It’s quite understandable considering our scepticism about Virgin births, moving stars, the birth of Saviours of the World, divine babies in human form, and whether or not any of it is history. I, however, wonder why Christians celebrate Christmas (and of course they didn’t for the first few centuries after the birth of Jesus). Christians have struggled with Christmas ever since the Emperor Constantine declared December 25th to be the day of Jesus’ birth. Well, somebody had to decide. The Gospels certainly didn’t tell us when the blessed event happened. Since then how to celebrate it or whether or not to celebrate it at all has consumed untold hours of theological debate.
Today we welcome you, Gerard, Tess and John, as our newest members. We are delighted, but it is only fair to warn you that challenges lie ahead for all those who sign the membership book. One of the biggest is explaining what the heck a Unitarian Universalist is.
I once had a rabbi friend who summarised life for me: “We spend the first half of our life accumulating stuff and the second half getting rid of it.” Well, one of the benefits of immigrating to a new country in my mid-fifties was getting rid of a lot of stuff well ahead of schedule. However, there were a few things I couldn’t let go of yet. One was a blown glass frog that is a work of art and the other is a large Wedgewood serving plate. While they are both beautiful and valuable, that is not why they now reside in New Zealand. They belonged to sisters. The plate was treasured by my maternal grandmother Flora Mae (AKA Granny) and the frog by my great aunt Velma Amanda (AKA Auntie).
A few weeks ago, I found Chelsea Handler’s latest documentary, “Hello privilege. It’s me Chelsea,” on Netflix, and watched it. While it’s by no means a cinematic masterpiece, “Hello Privilege” contains a number of truths that are challenging to hear. In introducing the project, Handler had this to say:
” I was white, and I was pretty, and I had a big mouth. And for some reason, that was rewarded in Hollywood. I just never really questioned anything, because I thought I deserved everything. I’m clearly the beneficiary of white privilege, and I want to know what my personal responsibility is, moving forward in the world that we live in today…where race is concerned. I want to know how to be a better white person to people of color…”
I’ve made no secret of my
fascination with dragons. I’ve read a number of stories featuring
dragons to the children at “Time for all ages.” A film depicting
these flying fireballs armoured with scales is certain to entice me
to watch. If you were to browse my extensive audiobook library at
least one out of three are about the protagonists engaging with
dragons. As you will see, these turn out to be theology textbooks.
So, it was only a matter of time before I gave a sermon on them. That
time is today. What captured my imagination, the required first step
in writing any sermon, was encountering the phrase “Here be
dragons.” It is associated with ancient maps, but before exploring
why I
realised I needed to learn more about them than the little I had
gleaned from one of my favourite dragon movies, How
to train your dragon.
Dragon
tales are known in many cultures, from the Americas to Europe, and
from India to China.