Sermons & Other Thoughts from Rev. Brian Chenowith

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Owning the Story – Gathering of the Waters

There is a moment, no matter where I am, that brings me great joy.  It’s something that causes me to sigh in familiarity, proclaim with joy, point at it frantically if I am with other people, sometimes scaring them, sometimes making them wonder what on earth is wrong with me.

It’s one of those simple spiritual moments in a life, nothing extravagant, nothing earth shattering.  But every time I see a decal on someone’s car or hat or clothing for the Chicago White Sox – there is this “Aha!” – a piece of home moment.

That baseball team is so much a part of my personal and familial story.  It goes bone deep…and not just because they are the best baseball team to ever exist.  But you know what I mean – there are things, images, and moments that remind you of where you’ve come from, where you’re going, and what part of your story is still with you and always will be. Read the rest of this entry »

Near and Far

Our reading today comes to us from the Jamaican-American poet, Claude McKay, in his poem titled, “Thirst.” McKay was an instrumental figure and contributor during the Harlem Renaissance.

My spirit wails for water, water now!
My tongue is aching dry, my throat is hot
For water, fresh rain shaken from a bough,
Or dawn dews heavy in some leafy spot.
My hungry body’s burning for a swim
In sunlit water where the air is cool,
As in Trout Valley where upon a limb
The golden finch sings sweetly to the pool.
Oh water, water, when the night is done,
When day steals gray-white through the windowpane,
Clear silver water when I wake, alone,
All impotent of parts, of fevered brain;
Pure water from a forest fountain first,
To wash me, cleanse me, and to quench my thirst!

This past Friday I made my way down to Rowan county for a second time. The news had come in Thursday afternoon that Kim Davis, the clerk for Rowan county, was being held in contempt and the majority of her deputy clerks would agree to issue licenses.

Having seen what the protesters faced in Ashland on Thursday, I knew it would be no different on Friday. I wondered who would be there to support the couples – who would be there to represent progressive religion – who would be there to tell people that they were on the right side of history.

The drive to Morehead was new to me. Rolling hills, fog hanging heavy over the Appalachian plateau, and small towns dotting the landscape – it became blazingly clear to me through the fog and hills that in this drive to Morehead, I was the only settled Unitarian Universalist minister between Lexington and Charleston, West Virginia. Read the rest of this entry »