Being a Unitarian Universalist doesn’t work for everyone. There’s no group-wide theology to hold tightly to, no threat of damnation or promise of heaven, only what UU theologian Rebecca Parker calls “freely chosen and life-sustaining interdependence.”
I saw that expressed when my mother died in 2012 and Rev. John and so many of you cared for our family, when my husband lost his job last summer and this community offered moral support.
I see that at pot luck dinners and Coffee Hour, and even at Board meetings.
I see that in RE classes, flower communion rituals, and singing alto with the choir.
I see that when the UUFR Ministry of Music sings at hospital bedsides and at the State Prison, when folks volunteer at phone banks to fight for marriage equality or help label postcards challenging HB2.
I saw that when UU’s from across the nation came to march with us for a Moral Monday, and when our ministers and many of our members were arrested protesting actions of the North Carolina legislature.
I saw that the Sunday after the November election with so many new faces as part of the gathered congregation, many numb with shock, angry, and afraid of what was to come. That Sunday Rev. Sasha helped us convert our anger and fear into empathy and action.
I, like so many people, started coming to a UU church seeking something, needing help. I found so very much more. And I give my time, my talents, and a fair share of my treasure – every month – to help this Fellowship, UUFR, be here whenever and for whoever needs it.