Monday, 21 September 2026

Universalism: How these three have inspired me


I’m going to begin with something I first heard when I was training for the ministry. It was written as the author was dying and this and much of his work have inspired my ministry. It is titled “The Cathedral of the World: A twenty-first-century theology, based on the concept of one light and many windows” by Forrest Church

Imagine awakening one morning from a deep and dreamless sleep to find yourself in the nave of a vast cathedral. Like a child newborn, untutored save to moisture, nurture, rhythm, and the profound comforts at the heart of darkness, you open your eyes onto a world unseen, indeed unimaginable, before. It is a world of light and dancing shadow, stone and glass, life and death. This second birth, at once miraculous and natural, is in some ways not unlike the first. A new awakening, it consecrates your life with sacraments of pain you do not understand and promised joy you will never fully call your own.

Such awakenings may happen only once in a lifetime or many times. But when they do, what before you took for granted is presented as a gift: difficult, yet precious and good. Not that you know what to do with your gift, or even what it really means, only how much it matters. Awakening to the call stirring deep within you, the call of life itself—the call of God—you begin your pilgrimage.

Before you do, look about you. Contemplate the mystery and contemplate with awe. This cathedral is as ancient as humankind, its cornerstone the first altar, marked with the tincture of blood and blessed by tears. Search for a lifetime—which is all you are surely given—and you shall never know its limits, visit all its transepts, worship at its myriad shrines, nor span its celestial ceiling with your gaze. The builders have worked from time immemorial, destroying and creating, confounding and perfecting, tearing down and raising up arches in this cathedral, buttresses and chapels, organs, theaters and chancels, gargoyles, idols and icons. Not a moment passes without work being begun that shall not be finished in the lifetime of the architects who planned it, the patrons who paid for it, the builders who construct it, or the expectant worshipers. Throughout human history, one generation after another has labored lovingly, sometimes fearfully, crafting memorials and consecrating shrines. Untold numbers of these today collect dust in long undisturbed chambers; others (cast centuries or eons ago from their once respected places) lie shattered in shards or ground into dust on the cathedral floor. Not a moment passes without the dreams of long-dead dreamers being outstripped, crushed, or abandoned, giving way to new visions, each immortal in reach, ephemeral in grasp.

Welcome to the Cathedral of the World.

Above all else, contemplate the windows. In the Cathedral of the World there are windows beyond number, some long forgotten, covered with many patinas of dust, others revered by millions, the most sacred of shrines. Each in its own way is beautiful. Some are abstract, others representational; some dark and meditative, others bright and dazzling. Each tells a story about the creation of the world, the meaning of history, the purpose of life, the nature of humankind, the mystery of death. The windows of the cathedral are where the light shines through.

As with all extended meta­phors for meaning, this one is imperfect. The Light of God (or Truth or Being Itself, call it what you will) shines not only upon us, but out from within us as well. Together with the windows, we are part of the Cathedral, not apart from it. Together we comprise an interdependent web of being. The Cathedral is constructed out of star stuff, and so are we. We are that part (that known part) of the creation that contemplates itself, part of the poem that we ponder. Because the Cathedral is so vast, our life so short and our vision so dim, we are able to contemplate only a tiny part of the cathedral, explore a few apses, reflect upon the play of light and darkness through a few of its myriad windows. Yet, since the whole (holographically or organically) is contained in each of the parts, as we ponder and act on the insight from our ruminations, we may discover insights that will invest our days with meaning and our lives with purpose.

A twenty-first-century theology based on the concept of one Light and many windows offers to its adherents both breadth and focus. Honoring many different religious approaches, it only excludes the truth-claims of absolutists. That is because fundamentalists claim that the Light shines through their window only. Some go so far as to beseech their followers to throw stones through other people’s windows.

Skeptics draw the opposite conclusion. Seeing the bewildering variety of windows and observing the folly of the worshipers, they conclude that there is no Light. But the windows are not the Light. They are where the Light shines through.

We shall never see the Light directly, only as refracted through the windows of the Cathedral. Prompting humility, life’s mystery lies hidden, beyond knowledge’s most ample ken. The Light (God, Truth) is veiled. Yet, that we can encompass with our minds the universe that encompasses us is a cause for great wonder. I humbly stand in the Cathedral of the World trembling with awe.

Some people have trouble believing in a God who looks into any eyes but theirs. Others have trouble believing in a God they cannot see. But that none of us can look directly into God’s eyes certainly doesn’t mean God isn’t there, mysterious, unknowable, gazing into ours, gazing through the windows of the Cathedral of the World.

Get’s me every time.

I been given the honour and great responsibility to lecture at Unitarian Academy Prague Educational retreat from 14th until 18th October and lead worship at the International Unitarian Church on the Sunday. I was invited to attend in 2020 but obviously could not physically attend as we were in lockdown. So, I delivered the lectures online, but didn’t get to visit Prague

I have been asked to speak on several subject. One being to pick three Unitarian personalities who have inspired me and describe what I believe their significant contributions are. It took me a while, but I have come up with three. One is Joseph Priestley, another Dilworth Lupton and the third Forrest Church. Now those who know me well will not be surprised to hear me speak of Priestley and Forrest Church, but I would be surprised if any listening to this will have heard of Rev Dilworth Lupton.

I will begin with Joseph Priestley, perhaps the most significant figure in the development of the Unitarian tradition. I have a personal affection and connection to Priestley. We come from the same place, Birstall in West Yorkshire. We went to the same school Batley Grammar School. There is a huge statue of Priestly in Birstall market Place, he dominates it. Growing up it was Priestley the scientist that we heard about, not the radical minister. I have no recollection of this ever being mentioned. As we used to say, half joking “he was the man who invented oxygen”. Yes, I know that is silly, he invented carbonated water and isolated and understood what oxygen was. Discoveries he made during his spare time whilst minister at Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds.

Priestley was the classic Enlightenment polymath. He published almost two hundred works on natural philosophy, theology, metaphysics, political philosophy, politics, education, history and linguistics. Despite his scientific discoveries he viewed himself primarily as a minister, theologian and teacher. Priestely was central to the development and promotion of Unitarian theology in the UK and to a degree the USA too. He had to flee there from England. It is his view of human nature and sin that is key for me. From a young age he had serious theological doubts about his Calvinist upbringing particularly around the concept of the “Original Sin” of Adam and new life and salvation through Jesus. Priestley proposed a new translation of scripture he believed that human attainment of truth was gradual and fluid, that knowledge ought never be allowed to stagnate. At the heart of his theological understanding was that human beings were capable of reaching the perfect understanding attained by Christ. This is because Jesus was wholly human. That although we didn’t achieve this, it is within our capacity. Due to this understanding reason led him to rejecting both the Trinity and Substitutional Atonement.

It is this idea of human capacity that is key for me. I have always been concerned with the struggle so many experience and the view that at the heart of them there is something wrong, I have suffered with this for large parts of my life. Priestley reasoned that we have the capacity to change and that we are not fallen in nature.

I believe that there is that Divine light within each of us and that it is our task to bring this to life and to inspire others to do the same. This is a salvation if you like. Not so much to the next life, but this life. In many ways this is central to my view of ministry., to encourage folk to be all that they are capable of being, not merely for themselves, but for the good of all.

A few years ago, a friend in Alcoholics Anonymous sent me a sermon preached on November 26, 1939 by Rev Dilworth Lupton at the First Unitarian Church, Cleveland, Ohio. Rev Joe Cherry, who spent a short time in Manchester when we were both training for the ministry, was minister there for several years. He told me that Alcoholics Anonymous began there. Now this is not actually true, although the locals do claim it. The history is a little more complex than that. The sermon was made into an early AA pamphlet in the area and was published along with others in the local newspapers. Dilworth Lupton played a major role in AA’s early acceptance and incredible expansion in the area. Lupton had originally been reluctant to become involved as there had been a connection to the Oxford Groups of the day, but the alcoholics removed themselves and once this happened he was on board, certainly in Cleveland.

Dilworth Lupton noted four principle aspects of the fellowship and their members. the first being spiritual dependence on something beyond their mere human will. Now what impressed Lupton was this was not prescribed to them, but for each individual to make sense of themselves. The second being “Universality”, that the groups were open to anyone regardless of background or of belief or lack of. The third being “Mutual Aid” That they truly were a fellowship of people who gave of themselves to help one another and those who still struggled. Finally, the principle of transformation” That something was happening in the lives of these people that was not only dispelling their alcoholic obsession, but transforming their lives. They were saved, found salvation, in this life, not the next.

Towards the end of the sermon Rev Lupton offered the following advice to Alcoholics Anonymous:

“One final word to the members of Alcoholics Anonymous. Go back to your synagogues and churches; they need you and you need them. Preserve your principle of Universality, your faith that all religion is one. Never allow yourselves to be absorbed by any single church or sect. Keep your movement what you call it now, a “layman’s outfit.” Avoid over-organization for religious organizations always tend to follow the letter rather than the spirit, finally crushing the spirit. Remember that early Christianity was promoted not by highly involved organization, but by the contagion of souls fired with enthusiasm for their cause. And keep your sense of humor! So far you do not seem afflicted with the curse of over-seriousness.”

It seems that they continued to follow his advice, for they have remained this way.

I love the way that Dilworth Lupton highlights the openness and modern day Universalism at the heart of the principles of Alcoholics Anonymous. Something I found myself. I began my own spiritual journey nearly a quarter of a century ago there. This led me on a journey of exploration that eventually led me to Unitarianism and then ministry. Without realising it at the time that early promotion of AA by Rev Lupton played a role in so much good.

Whilst I was training for the Unitarian ministry I heard Forrest Church’s “Cathedral of the World”. It is the introduction to his book, by the same title, written as he was dying from esophageal cancer. This and another he wrote at the same time “Love and Death: My Journey Through the Valley of the Shadow” were central to my formation into Unitarian ministry. It was coming to terms with a heartbreaking grief that drew me into ministry, Grief and the love we leave behind has been central to my faith and service these past 16 years. It is also key to my concept of salvation in this life, that all life is sacred, that everything we do and everything we do not do really matters. As Forrest Church wrote himself:

“What I'm talking about here, by the way, is salvation. The latin root, salve, means 'health.' The Teutonic cognates 'health' and 'holy' share the same root. Being agnostic about the afterlife, I look for salvation here - not to be saved from life, but to be saved by life, in life, for life…”

And later on “About life after death, no-one knows. But about this we surely know: there is love after death... Centuries from now, the last tracings of our being will yet express themselves in little works of love that follow bead by bead in a luminous catena extending from our dear ones out into their world and then on into the next, strung by our own loving hands.”

It was though his vision of a 21st Century Universalism, that caught my imagination.

Forrest asks us to imagine the whole of humanity standing under the ceiling of the cathedral of the world. Around this cathedral are millions of stained glass windows. There is a light outside of the cathedral shining through all of the windows; this is the light of truth, the light of God. No one inside is able to stare at the light directly, we all see it passing through a stained glass window. Each of the windows distorts the light in some way; they only allow some of the light to pass through. Sometimes the light is refracted, by the tinted windows and occasionally it is blocked by the opaque aspects of each window. In some places the light is almost completely obscured. Just as importantly though he also says that the light shines out from us, this links me right back to Priestley and what I understand as finding that of the Divine within each of us. That we do not need to go out to connect to Divinity, that we are not awaiting salvation. His Universalism also links me back to Rev Lupton’s understanding at what was at the heart of the spirituality of Alcoholics Anonymous.

The Cathedral of the world metaphor is an attempt to describe a 21st century Universalist theology, one that speaks powerfully to me. There is one light but there are many windows through which we can get a glimpse of the light. Each window is unique in its own way; each window is different; but none gives us a perfect image of the light. Each window is representing different religions, different ideologies, different philosophies, different dogmas, different views about life, the universe, everything. The key is to understand that each window has been fashioned by human hands, often with great skill, imagination, beauty, intelligence and artfulness that said through no one window is the light seen perfectly.

Now the danger is that from where we view our particular perspective on the light we can begin to believe that what we see is the absolute truth and that the light only shines through our window. That only our window offers the true representation of the light. That what others see through their window is false, even stupid and irrational. Forrest Church’s Universalism though is saying something very different. He is saying that each window conveys part of the truth and that no one window has a monopoly on the truth. He is echoing the words of the great twentieth century liberal theologian Paul Tillich who said “That which reveals also hides”.

I love Forrest vision of a 21st Century Universalist theology.

The light of Universalism continues to speak powerfully to me. I remember once describing myself as a Universalist to a friend, they asked me “What kind of Universalist I was?” I paused and thought for a moment and then I answered “I am a Universalist, Universalist”. I remembered at the time they looked at me as if I were a little mad, this is not the first time this has happened. So, I explained that I was a Universalist in the old sense. I do not believe in hell and damnation. That the God of my limited understanding would never condemn anyone to an eternity in Hell; I do not believe that some are saved and others are unsaved. I believe that God has an intimate love for all, that if there is a hell it is a state of being that can be experienced within life. I talked about the "Prodigal Son" parable, and I also spoke of my belief that this love is always there waiting for us. I also said that I was a universalist in a more modern understanding too in that I see truth in so many other traditions. That none can reveal the whole truth, that they are windows that let some of the light through. I also talked of a belief in the interconnectedness of all life and that all that happens and does not happen matters. That divinity is present within everything, a kind of Universal Love I suppose. So, I am a Universalist in three senses at least. I am actually a Universalist, Universalist, Universalist, I believe in a Hope that helps.

I can see how my present faith has been shaped in different and complimentary ways by the three figures Joseph Priestley, Dilworth Lupton and Forrest Church. They have helped form my spiritual understanding. They were also highly influential in their own right both within the Unitarian tradition, but also beyond. I hope they speak to you as they have spoken to me.

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Monday, 14 September 2026

Dolly and Wendell Berry: Lives that Inspire Us

I’m going to begin with one of my favourite poems by Wendell Berry. I think that this more than any other poem has brought me solace in times of struggle, in pain and in suffering. I not only read the poem, but follow the instruction. I come into the peace of wild things; I rest in the grace of the world and I am free. I remember I re-feel that I am a part of everything, a creature like everything else and I belong once more.





"The Peace of Wild Things" by Wendell Berry

""When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free."

"The Peace of Wild Things"


I enjoyed “Summer School” immensely this year. The theme was ‘Doing Our Best’, inspired by a quote from Maya Angelou: “Do the best you can until you know better. Then when you know better, do better.” I co-led an engagement group with the wonderful Rev. Tina Gandhi based on the following lines from Mary Oliver’s poem Wild Geese: “You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.” It was a deeply moving week and we explored with depth, creativity, music, and humour.

Something I wanted to explore was the fact that an awful lot of people think there is something fundamentally wrong with them. I certainly experienced this from an early age. Why so many feel this way isn’t always easy to explain, but it is a common one, and it has certainly been exploited by unhealthy religion and the secular world too. The advertising industry exploits the idea that you can purchase the perfect life.

There were many inspirational theme talks throughout Summer School. The talk by Raj and Emma from Leeds truly got to the heart of the whole week for me. They spoke about how Maya Angelou never actually uttered the words I quoted above to Oprah Winfrey. Instead in private, after Oprah shared something she was deeply ashamed of, Maya said, “You did then what you knew how to do, and when you knew better, you did better.” Maya wasn’t instructing Oprah to do better, but recognising Oprah’s humanity, her capacity to change, and the goodness at the heart of her.

‘Doing better’ is about experiencing what we are capable of becoming, and we need to go deeper to do so. It’s not just about knowing more, but bringing more of our shared humanity to life. It takes trusted community and friends to do this. It is not enough to simply learn about it - we need to experience it.

I believe there is a goodness at the heart of everything, including you and me. It doesn’t mean that we do no wrong, and never cause harm. Rather that this goodness can be brought alive through our humble, human being. I experienced this once again recently during a week in the hills of Derbyshire, with 60 or more folk sharing together and simply doing their best, to become what they were always born to be.

Sometimes it can be hard to see our capacity to be our best; sometimes it takes another to inspire us to do so, to become the best we can be, to do better. Sometimes it takes inspiration. We can all be inspirations, as I believe we all have that spirit within us.

But what does it mean to be an inspiration? You may well ask. Well the word inspiration is an interesting one, as so many are. We have, as is our way, reduced its meaning in power. It’s another one of those words that we have attempted to tame. Today it means someone or something that gives you an idea for doing something, but originally it meant “immediate influence of God or a god”. It comes from the old French word “inspiriacion” meaning “inhaling in or breathing in from the Latin “inspirare” meaning to blow into or breath upon so as to excite or inflame. This is the meaning in the following verse from Genesis Chapter 2 “And the Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and man became a living soul.” It really meant to infuse or animate to affect to rouse to guide to put life into the human soul. As you can see it meant something much more profoundly powerful in the past that it does today.

That said I believe that we can and do inspire in this way and in so doing we can bring the kingdom to life in our own hearts and lives. We can ignite that divine spark.

I believe that this is what Albert Schweitzer meant when he said:

“Sometimes our light goes out but is blown again into flame by an encounter with another human being. Each of us owes the deepest thanks to those who have rekindled this inner light.”

Those who rekindle the light are the inspirers amongst us.

Social media algorithms are mysterious things. My YouTube suggestions are a deeply eclectic mix. It recently popped up a short film exploring the origins of my favourite cartoon character “Foghorn Leghorn”. I suspect that this is because I had watched some of his cartoons recently and I also have an interest in the origins of things. Who knows what inspires such things.

I learnt that Foghorn Leghorn was inspired by the character Senator Claghorn who was a fiction southern politician on a popular American radio show. Foghorn adopted many of Claghorn's catchphrases, such as "I say..." and "That's a joke, son!"

"Foghorn Leghorn"


 
He was a large and larger than life character, far too confident in his own abilities. He would wander around singing “Campdown Races” etc and generally stepping over everything and making a mess. I am certain Foghorn leghorn was in turn the inspiration of the Coronation Street character Fred Elliott and his catchphrase “O say, I say, our Ashley”

Foghorn Leghorn is a caricature of a loud and brash southern American gentleman. Someone no doubt who is mocked and held up to ridicule. A Caricature is a caricature it is nothing more than that. Prejudice and stereotyping is never a good thing. Sometimes folks from that part of the USA are considered to be a certain way and displaying certain characteristics. Now while this maybe true of some people it is not true of all.

Two truly inspirational people born of the south of the USA have died in recent weeks. They were well loved and lived out their personal spiritually in their unique and individual styles. They embodied beautifully what it means to live by the spirit of love and deep empathy, an attribute that has become under some attack in recent years, something I find astonishing. In my view if we lose empathy we are done for.

One was a daughter of Tennessee Dolly Parton and the other a son of Kentucky Wendell Berry. They couldn’t have been more different in personality and the way they lived their lives. That said at the heart of them was that same spirit, it inspired their lives and their love and care. As Dolly said “I always just thought if you see somebody without a smile, give ’em yours!” and as Wendelly Berry said “Love is never abstract. It does not adhere to the universe or the planet or the nation or the institution or the profession, but to the singular sparrows of the street, the lilies of the field, ‘the least of these my brethren.’ Love is not, by its own desire, heroic. It is heroic only when compelled to be. It exists by its willingness to be anonymous, humble, and unrewarded.”

Dolly and Wendell Berry shone like two bright stars from opposite ends of universe, the spectrum of love in its many manifestations. They followed very different paths, but they followed their own stars, they were uniquely and authentically themselves. The Gospel according to Dolly was that the work of life is to “find out who you are, and then do it on purpose.” Dolly on the surface was rhinestone and hairspray whilst Wendell Berry was all about the earth and the plough and yet there was a soulfulness in their melodic language, they embodied love through their human being. They were both holy in their own unique ways.

Dolly was a prolific singer/songwriter and entrepreneur who lived her life her own way. She dedicated herself to causes that were close to her heart, particularly childhood education and literacy. This began in her home Sevier County in Tennessee, spread throughout America and all over the world. I saw a clip of her speaking and reading with children in Rotherham south Yorkshire while I was researching for this service. She has gifted something like 330 million books to under 5’s. This was inspired wholly by empathy and the pain of her own father’s illiteracy. Dolly’s world was a big welcoming tent, she accepted people as they were. In a 1997 Out Magazine interview, she was asked about embracing LGBTQ fans while maintaining a country audience that included the religious right. “It’s two different worlds, and I live in both and I love them both, and I understand and accept both.” Dolly Parton was deeply rooted in her own identity, but open and embracing of others. As she said to her God daughter Miley Cyrus whenever they got into discussion “You be you and I’ll be me.”

 Dolly described "Coat of Many Colours as her favourite song
A story she wrote about her own childhood



Wendell Berry’s vision was that of local community, neighborliness, and belonging, including our interdependence with nature and our responsibility to one another. To Berry, the health of the soil, the health of the human body, and the health of a local community are a single, indivisible thread. In his “Think Little” essay, written in 1970, he wrote: "A person who is growing a garden, if he is growing it organically, is improving a piece of the world... We become aware—perhaps for the very first time—of the enormous complexity of our world, and the realization of the folly of simplistic, reductionist, single-solution thinking." For Wendell Berry it was about the simple humble ordinary habits and how they bind us to nature and each other, and that the choices we make each and every day contribute to improving the world around us.

In a world where anxiety, pessimism and loneliness appear to be on the increase Wedell Berry and Dolly Parton always lived by faith, hope and love. They always looked and saw the best in others, in ordinary people. Neither lived easy lives, without pain and struggle. Their hope grew from struggle and helped create a vision of love of how we could yet be. They both in their own way visioned that kin-dom of love right here and now.

"I will always love you"



They were both people of faith, rooted in the Christianity of the southern states of America, that said they were not conventional and were true universalists in every sense of the word. Dolly grew up with a Pentecostal preacher grandfather, of the fire and brimstone type but said she found God personally as a girl in an abandoned church building near her family’s home. “I felt the presence there,” she said, remembering the moment she prayed for God to show, help and save her. “I just felt like that I had, for the first time in my life, had truly found God.” She lived her faith both in her philanthropy and in her love and acceptance of all people. She encouraged others to seek their own path, not to follow hers. As she said: I know who I am and I don't try to be nobody else... I can walk in any room knowing I'm going in as myself." And also on the dangers of conformity.

"If you try and follow everyone else and be like everyone else, before you know it you're gone. You're not going to find yourself again; you'll be a version of what you might of hoped to be."

"Jolene"


Wendell Berry’s Christianity was certainly non-conformist, he strongly criticised institutional religion and dogma of many kinds, his faith was shaped by a love for the world we live in now. He recognised and celebrated our creatureliness, that humans are a part of this creation and that it is our task to take care of this world as we take care of one another; we are a part of the whole, of the beautiful creation.

Regardless of what they did and how they lived Dolly Parton and Wendell Berry will be remembered mostly for their creativity their ultimate gifts to life. Dolly for her songs that she both wrote and performed, as did many others, as well as her whole persona. Wendell Berry for his writing, his novels his essays and of course his poetry. It was through his poetry that he reached and inspired me. I am going to end with a piece of his prose, which I think speaks of both his love and his spirituality and then a favourite poem

This is taken from “What Are People For? Essays”

"For many years, my walks have taken me down an old fencerow in a wooded hollow on what was once my grandfather's farm. A battered galvanized bucket is hanging on a fence post near the head of the hollow, and I never go by it without stopping to look inside. For what is going on in that bucket is the most momentous thing I know, the greatest miracle that I have ever heard of: it is making earth. The old bucket has hung there through many autumns, and the leaves have fallen around it and some have fallen into it. Rain and snow have fallen into it, and the fallen leaves have held the moisture and so have rotted. Nuts have fallen into it, or been carried into it by squirrels; mice and squirrels have eaten the meat of the nuts and left the shells; they and other animals have left their droppings; insects have flown into the bucket and died and decayed; bird have scratched in it and left their droppings or perhaps a feather or two. This slow work of growth and death, gravity and decay, which is the chief work of the world, has by now produced in the bottom of the bucket several inches of black humus. I look into that bucket with fascination because I am a farmer of sorts and an artist of sorts, and I recognize there an artistry and a farming far superior to mine, or to that of any human. I have seen the same process at work on the tops of boulders in a forest, and it has been at work immemorially over most of the land surface of the world. All creatures die into it, and they live by it."

There is Wendell Berry’s faith, his theology in that bucket.

Here is a final poem. A simple instruction on how to be a poet. It contains my favourite line ever “There are no unsacred places, there are only sacred and desecrated places. Again I believe that this speaks of Wendell Berry’s theology. That everything is sacred, everything matters and all is born from this sacred beginning. That the only thing that has been desecrated are those parts of the world that have been done so by the denial of this eternal sacredness of everything. That they have been damaged by we human beings have failed to recognise this very sacredness and desecrated this sacredness, whether that be nature or one another. It also recognises his rejection of modern technology and his embracement of simplicity, of feeling the earth at our feet, of being grounded in time and place, of humility, of the humus.

“How to Be a Poet” by Wendell Berry

(To remind myself)

i
Make a place to sit down.
Sit down. Be quiet.
You must depend upon
affection, reading, knowledge,
skill -- more of each
than you have -- inspiration,
work, growing older, patience,
for patience joins time
to eternity. Any readers
who like your poems,
doubt their judgment.

ii
Breathe with unconditional breath
the unconditioned air.
Shun electric wire.
Communicate slowly. Live
a three-dimensioned life;
stay away from screens.
Stay away from anything
that obscures the place it is in.
There are no unsacred places;
there are only sacred places
and desecrated places.

iii
Accept what comes from silence.
Make the best you can of it.
Of the little words that come
out of the silence, like prayers
prayed back to the one who prays,
make a poem that does not disturb
the silence from which it came.

Dolly Parton and Wendell Berry were two inspirations who were rooted in their place. That lived their own unique lives authentically. They were inspired by the same love and the same a spirit. A love and spirit that lives on beyond their lives. A love and a spirit that I believe is at the heart of each of us and everything.

Thank you.

"9 to 5"


 
I am going to end with some words of Dolly the first on leadership, the second on finding the inspiration you needed was always in you.

“If your actions create a legacy that inspires others to dream more, learn more, do more and become more, then, you are an excellent leader.”

“the magic is inside you. there ain't no crystal ball”

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Monday, 7 September 2026

Let it Be a Dance: The Movement of Faith

September is here, we have moved through the summer and are heading towards the autumn of the year. We have moved through quite a summer, like no other. I wonder how it has been for you. When harvest comes what fruits will you have to share. The tradition in many American Unitarian Universalist congregations is that during the first service after their summer recess they would bring water and share their water in a communal container. The water symbolises where they have been and what they have done during the summer.The summer has reminded me how precious water is, how precious everything is. We all move through life in so many ways, each bearing its fruits and own consequences. Water of course moves through everything and moving water always has its way, it always finds a way. I wonder what things we have moved through this summer and what we will move through during the days ahead.

For many of us music is about movement. A piece of music is often called a movement. To create music air moves and vibrates. Music is never still, as creativity is never still. Nothing is ever truly still. Even when we sit still, we are a part of life that is all about movement. Just because our sense cannot pick up the movement, it does not mean it is not happening. Like a fish swims in water that is constantly moving, thus we move through life that is never quite the same. Life is flux. To slightly misquote Heraclitus, no one steps in the same river twice, because the river is not the same and neither is the person who steps into it.

I was thinking of music the other day. There are basically two forms of popular music, obviously there are variations on themes, but throughout human history there has always been two types of music. There is song, which is essentially story telling music and then there is music that is created to enable people to dance, dance music. Yes of course some music is for both, a right song and dance. I have always preferred song. This is no doubt obvious, as I am singer, I am not much of dancer.

Dance and movement in general is not my forte. I am a singer, not a dancer.

Having said that I do love to a go a wandering, singing along at the same time. I also, just for a bit of fun, enjoy gambolling from time to time. A friend sent me something about gambolling, not to be confused with gambling the other day and I gave it a go. For those that don’t know gambolling is a form of movement where you can run, jump or skip around in a playful kind of way, think of a lamb or goat perhaps. Maybe this is where acting the goat comes from. I did not gambol gracefully, but I did have a lot of fun. It was suggested to me as I was dealing with some pretty stressful stuff at the time. It had such an effect that I sat down in the park with Molly and wrote a song, recorded and shared it with friends, as a way of spreading a little joy. It is a play on the old classic song “The Happy Wanderer”, it is called “The Happy Gamboler”. Would you like to hear it? (You can hear it in the video devotion at the bottom of this post)

"The Happy Gamboller"

Chorus:
Gambolli, Gambolla,
Gambolli,
Gambolla-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Gombolli, Gambolla.
A Dude must always abide.

I love to go gambolling,
With Molly by my side,
We skip and dance and sing our songs,
A Dude must always Abide.

Chorus:
Gambolli, Gambolla,
Gambolli,
Gambolla--ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Gomolli, Gambolla.
A Dude must always abide.

I love to gambolling
And dance under the sun.
So joyously folk call to me,
"Come! Join my happy song!"

Chorus:
Gambolli, Gambolla,
Gambolli,
Gambolla--ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Gomolli, Gambolla.
A Dude must always abide.

I wave and smile at all I meet,
And they smile and wave back to me,
And blackbirds call so loud and sweet
From ev'ry green wood tree.

Chorus:
Gambolli, Gambolla,
Gambolli,
Gambolla--ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Gomolli, Gambolla.
A Dude must always abide.


High overhead, the skylarks wing,
They never rest at home
But just like me, they love to sing,
Until all this world shall gambole.

Chorus:
Gambolli, Gambolla,
Gambolli,
Gambolla--ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Gomolli, Gambolla.
A Dude must always abide.

Oh, may I go a gamboling
Until the day I die!
Oh, may I always laugh and sing,
Beneath God's clear blue sky!

Chorus:
Gambolli, Gambolla,
Gambolli,
Gambolla--ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Gomolli, Gambolla.
A Dude must always abide.

(Additional note the line "A Dude must always abide, is a homage to a favourite film "The Big Lebowski)  

It cheered a lot of folk up, it concerned a few others. It got the funny bones moving though. The next morning Keiron in café nero was feeling a bit blue, so I sang it to him and it cheered him up too. Later that day Natasha from the MDA sent we a video of some hilarious movement that folk were trying, which I gave a go at too. It got so much laughter and joy moving through folk who were struggling along with one or two things, although it was in itself a bit of a struggle in the intense heat.

We are moving creatures. We move in so many interesting ways, we are moving, even when we are stood still. I have spent the summer observing all kinds of movement. There were many types of movement based sessions at this years summer school. All kinds of flow and sacred dance and so much laughter. I had a go at some line dancing, which was slightly chaotic, but fun. I also had a go at ecstatic dance, which was pretty out there as well. In fact at one moment Molly and myself were dancing together, she on her hind legs while we danced away. Now while dancing doesn’t come naturally to me it is fun to join in, in my own way. Makes you grateful for this grace, even if I don’t myself move so gracefully. Like water though we human beings are made for movement, we are not meant to be still. Movement has a way to bring stillness to the mind and soul.

Dance and movement has always been a sacred thing.

Let it be a dance with do, may I have this dance with you, through the good times and the bad times too, let it be a dance.

Dancing and movement are sacred things, part of the sacredness of being alive. The God of my limited understanding is alive in this life or not at all. I need to know God through my bodily being, or not at all. Sacred the body, God has created, temple of spirit that grows deep inside.

Friedrich Nietzche said “I would believe only in a God that knows how to dance”

Is there anything more divine that being fully alive and yet too often in sacred circles the body is decried. If there are such things as angels I am sure that they sing and dance at being alive, in their angelic way and not just on the head of a pin. This brings to mind the wonder poem “Questions about angels” by Billy Collins

“Questions about angels” by Billy Collins

Of all the questions you might want to ask
about angels, the only one you ever hear
is how many can dance on the head of a pin.

No curiosity about how they pass the eternal time
besides circling the Throne chanting in Latin
or delivering a crust of bread to a hermit on earth
or guiding a boy and girl across a rickety wooden bridge.

Do they fly through God's body and come out singing?
Do they swing like children from the hinges
of the spirit world saying their names backwards and forwards?
Do they sit alone in little gardens changing colors?

What about their sleeping habits, the fabric of their robes,
their diet of unfiltered divine light?
What goes on inside their luminous heads? Is there a wall
these tall presences can look over and see hell?

If an angel fell off a cloud, would he leave a hole
in a river and would the hole float along endlessly
filled with the silent letters of every angelic word?

If an angel delivered the mail, would he arrive
in a blinding rush of wings or would he just assume
the appearance of the regular mailman and
whistle up the driveway reading the postcards?

No, the medieval theologians control the court.
The only question you ever hear is about
the little dance floor on the head of a pin
where halos are meant to converge and drift invisibly.

It is designed to make us think in millions,
billions, to make us run out of numbers and collapse
into infinity, but perhaps the answer is simply one:
one female angel dancing alone in her stocking feet,
a small jazz combo working in the background.

She sways like a branch in the wind, her beautiful
eyes closed, and the tall thin bassist leans over
to glance at his watch because she has been dancing
forever, and now it is very late, even for musicians.

The spirit lives to set us free, it is ever moving, as is all life, as are we.

In “Dance – The Sacred Art: The Joy of Movement as a Spiritual Practice” Cynthia Winton Henry wrote:

"At the beginning of nearly every culture, dance arose at the foundation of collective spiritual life. Just as inconceivable as separating out deities and goddesses from everyday activities, dancing was intrinsic to the religiosity of indigenous groups. It could not be extricated. It was manna, daily bread. More than mere expression, dancing served as the primary means of knowing and creating the world. It carried technologies of healing, entertainment, and most definitely of praying.”

You see movement and dance right there at the heart of the Hebrew Scriptures. In the beginning God did not merely breathe life into being but moved through it too. The Psalms were sung with movement and dance. Isaiah declared, 'You shall go out with joy and be led forth in peace: The mountains and the hills shall break forth into singing, and all the trees of the field clap their hands' (Isaiah 55:12). The Divine danced in and through us bringing the people out beyond themselves.

Think of circle dancing, the Hebrew word for festival being “Haga” meaning to move in a circle, it is there at the heart of festival and ceremonies. Just because dance isn’t written down in holy scripture it does not mean that the religious life was some solitary solemn thing, rejoice, rejoice, rejoice is there at the heart. In “The Sermon on the Plain” in Lukes Gospel Ch 6 v 23 Jesus instructs those who listen “Rejoice in that day and leap for joy, because great is your reward in heaven. For that is how their ancestors treated the prophets"

Dance is at the heart of Taoism, the origins of the Tao. When the ancients attempted to understand the flow of the Tao, they danced; when they tried to put it into practice, they danced.

Dance and movement is at the heart of the ancient traditions, they danced to bring about rain. High priests danced in the patterns of the stars constellations, to commune with the Gods. Yoga is in flow. Dance and movement is in everything. When we think of spiritual practice we think it is about being still and silent, but it really isn’t. it is about movement and life, dance and song, as life was moved and not just breathed into being. We come to life, stillness and silence is the end of life, but the spirit, well I reckon that moves on.

To dance it to be like water as Bruce Lee said. Water moves its way into life, it always finds away and it is never quite the same. The river is not the same and neither are we as we move into and through it.

Life is movement, it is forever changing, nothing stays the same. So, we may as well dance with it. Why should we resist, we ought to go with the flow and dance in the dance of life. Why not join together as part of the dance of life. Dance together.

In joining in the dance we are being faithful to life, to the spirit in it all. In so doing we play our part in creating the universal web of life, we play our part fully in the universal process and in so doing encourage others to come and join in the dance too.

So will you come and dance with me…Let it be a dance we do, may I have this dance with you, through the good times and the bad times too, let it be a dance…

I’m going to end with a bit of Mary Oliver. A poem titled Prayer”

“Prayer” by Mary Oliver

May I never not be frisky,
May I never not be risque.

May my ashes, when you have them, friend,
and give them to the ocean,

leap in the froth of the waves,
still loving movement,

still ready, beyond all else,
to dance for the world.

Please find below a video devotion based on the material in this post