Showing posts with label bereavement. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bereavement. Show all posts

Thursday, September 11, 2014

I Remember


I REMEMBER

I, like everyone else, remember September 11th, 2001 when New York City and Washington, DC were attacked by hijacked aircraft. I remember the fear, the loss, the pain. I remember other things as well.

I remember the world extending concern, good wishes, and compassion in that moment of despair.
I remember communities coming together to raise money, clean up rubble, help wounded people, and comfort one another in a time of grief. I remember that a decade later, the master mind behind the 9/11 attacks, Osama bin Laden, was killed. I don't rejoice at any killing. I might have preferred he be captured, tried, and incarcerated. But in any case, there was a sense of closure.

A lot was lost on 9/11, but so much more was spared, and good things were stirred within us. Heroism, compassion, resilience...the best of our humanity overpowered a moment of tragedy.

I have other remembrances, today. I remember that 9/11 wasn't the first, last, or largest tragedy to impact the human family.

I remember that the US government went 7 years without officially responding to the AIDS crisis. I remember that lives were lost because we failed to summon the better angels of our nature in time to contain a pandemic. I also remember when effective medications were finally released and people started living well with HIV, having real hope for long lives.

I remember growing up in a very homophobic environment, too scared to even admit to myself that I was gay, living in shame, fear, and confusion. I remember all those feelings rushing back to mind when Matthew Shephard was brutally killed for being gay. I also remember when Vermont started offering legal civil unions to same-gender loving couples and when Massachusetts first allowed same-gender loving people to marry, and that since those initial breakthroughs marriage equality has gained a lot of momentum. 

 I remember when Don't Ask, Don't Tell was overturn and LBGT people could serve openly and proudly in the US military. I remember that we have made a lot of progress.


I remember that our nation's history includes slavery, Jim Crow, and bloody battles for civil rights. I also remember that on November 4th, 2008, the 44th president of the United States was elected and he is a person of African descent.

I remember that on December 7th, 1941, the Japanese Empire attacked Pearl Harbor. I remember that following that, Japanese Americans were unfairly imprisoned in their own nation just because of their ethnic heritage, and I remember that on August 6th, 1945 the first time any nation used a nuclear weapon in war was when the United Stated dropped an atomic bomb on Hiroshima. Three days later Nagasaki also experienced nuclear devastation. Today, Japan is a democracy, a major economy, and an ally of the nation that they once attacked, a nation that retaliated with world changing force.

I remember that a prayer that we use weekly at Sunshine Cathedral is actually the gift of a witness of the atomic bombings of Japan, Masahisa Goi, who prayed (as we do each week), "May peace prevail on earth."

And today, I remember two journalists who were brutally killed in Syria and I wish their families comfort in the days and months to come.

There are many sad events in history to remember, and we should remember. But let us also remember the healing that followed, the opportunities that sadness could not take away, and the hope that remained for better days.

Today, I remember 9/11/01, but I also remember that pain was not invented that day, nor did pain win that day. Hope is always the indestructible force, and so while I remember events from the painful past, I also remember that we always have the power to hope and work for a better tomorrow. Let's do remember that we have the power of hope.
 

Blessings,

Durrell SIg
 
Rev Dr Durrell Watkins
Senior Minister 

Saturday, July 13, 2013

Response to the Zimmerman Verdict

My dear friends,
 
By now we all know of the Zimmerman verdict. He was cleared of all charges regarding the killing of Trayvon Martin and  feelings are thick in the air like humidity. There is no statement that will appease everyone, and yet, the situation is too heavy to not offer something, if only an acknowledgment that this is a painful, confusing, and utterly unsatisfying moment in history.

Some will say that our emotions are running too high, that legally. reasonable doubt trumps our emotions and perceptions, that none of us were on the jury or, for that matter, at the scene of the incident where a young man had his life taken away. The unknowns, they will say, should keep us from forming opinions or experiencing pain. I, however, strongly disagree with them.

I am not an attorney or a journalist or a sociologist, so I wouldn’t dare enter into the technicalities of the case. But we aren’t outraged or devastated or confused because of technicalities. We are broken-hearted because a young man died, many of us are in no way convinced it was unavoidable, and a grieving family has lost a child and must feel as if they have been denied justice. In our humanity, how could we not ache for the family, for the life that will never get a chance to mature, for the pathology of racism that still infects our society? Our pain isn’t about legal loopholes; our pain is about human life being wasted.

I just keep thinking of the biblical myth of Cain and Abel. Cain slays his brother (feeling justified in doing so), and infinite Love groans in agony as a response. The divine Voice says to Cain, “What have you done? Your brother’s blood cries out to me from the ground!”

That’s why we are so upset. Not because of disagreements about juris prudence; but because our young brother’s spilt blood cries out to us. And in response, we cry also.

Is this all complicated by Zimmerman’s racist history. Of course.
Is it complicated by what many feel are draconian gun laws? Probably.
Is it complicated by the notion that Zimmerman never needed to confront the young man face to face?
Is it complicated by the almost certain reality that this is one death that did not need to occur?

For many reasons, our feelings are complex, and they are real, and they cannot be easily dismissed by insensitive comments or myopic suppositions.

So, while I have no answer to what is in so many ways a tragedy, I felt that the issue merited an acknowledgement of its gravity. I felt that our collective pain and sorrow deserved some validation. And I felt it absolutely necessary to affirm a deep sense of regret that a family has lost a loved one, has been denied closure, and has had their pain and disappointment so publicly aired.

To Trayvon Martin’s family, I send, as so many of us do, heart-felt regret and deep sympathy as they face the continuation of their nightmare.

We long with the prophet Micah for the day when swords will be beaten into plowshares and spears into pruning hooks. But until that day, we continue to work, and wait, and pray. And on this day, we bless Trayvon’s memory and we hold his family in our hearts.
 
Spirit of hope and healing, wipe our tears , renew our faith in goodness, and comfort those who mourn. Amen.

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

On the Death of Jerry Falwell by Rev. Durrell Watkins

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
May 15th, 2007

The Reverend Jerry Falwell died early this afternoon, according to http://news.bbc.co.uk. Falwell was a conservative activist, a Christian fundamentalist, and an opponent of the pro-choice movement, gay rights, and religious pluralism.

As a progressive and pluralistic Christian and a social liberal, I found myself holding views very different from most of Rev. Falwell’s stated positions. As a gay man and queer activist, I not only disagreed with many of Falwell’s views, but found myself feeling threatened and targeted by them.

However, in spite of differing opinions and life paths, I am reminded by Reverend Falwell’s death that life is fragile and short. The fragility and brevity of life should teach us that there is little room for grudges and hatreds and whereas Reverend Falwell preached and promoted views that I found offensive to my dignity, the truth remains that we are all part of the One Life, we are all connected within the Web of Existence, and we are all part of the same human family.

Therefore, we acknowledge that there are many people who love and respect Reverend Falwell and they must be saddened by his unexpected demise. We wish them comfort during this time of bereavement. And for Mr. Falwell, the energy of his consciousness will continue to evolve and journey forward; let us wish light and joy for his continued journey.

May Divine Love bless us all, reminding us of our unity, our common Source, and our sacred value.


Reverend Canon Durrell Watkins, MA, MDiv
Sunshine Cathedral
www.sunshinecathedral.org