Fourth in my series of talks for the Unitarians.



Making A Difference


Starfish

(young people down front)

Early one sunny spring morning, a young man (about your age - indicate one of the young people) went out for a walk on the beach near his house. He liked the beach in the morning, when there were few people, and the gentle breeze off the water carried the smell of the sea. On this morning the tide was out. He walked near the surf, weaving around the occasional tidal pools left here and there by the receding water, thinking about the things he wanted to do later that day.

As he walked, he saw a figure in the distance, coming toward him The figure appeared to be dancing, turning and weaving gently. Every now and then, the figure would stoop down, then leap up and fling its arms toward the ocean. His thoughts shifted to the figure, and who it might be, and why it was dancing.

As he drew closer, he could see that it was a young woman (about your age - indicate one of the young people). His curiosity had really got the best of him when he drew close to her, and he stopped and said, “Miss, I’ve been watching you as I walked, and I couldn’t help noticing that you seem to be dancing along the beach.”

She smiled, and said, "Well, you are welcome to walk with me."

The young man was even more curious now, and he turned back the way he had come, and walked alongside the young woman. She stepped lightly, singing softly to herself, and then suddenly, squatted down. She reached down, and gently dislodged a starfish, half buried in the sand. Holding it in her palm, she looked up at the young man and said, "Do you know what this is?"

He said, "Well, sure. It’s a starfish."

She said, "Yes, it is. And isn’t it beautiful?" And then she leapt up and flung the starfish as hard as she could, toward the ocean, past the gentle surf that was breaking on the beach.

“You’ve been throwing the starfish back out to sea?”, the young man asked.

"Yes, I have," she said, as she began moving again, weaving back and forth, sometimes turning around to look where she had been. Her eyes were searching the sand, and before too long, she found another starfish. Once again, she picked it up, and threw it out to sea, as far as she could.

This time the young man asked, “ Why are you throwing them out into the sea?”

“They are living creatures,” she said. “And I’m giving them a chance for a new life, since they would soon die without water in the hot sun.”

They moved on, and soon, she came upon another starfish, and she picked it up gently. The young man, who had been thinking about this, frowned and said, “But there are miles and miles of beach, and thousands and thousands of starfish washed up every day. You can’t possibly make a difference.”

She threw the starfish as hard as she could, out into the sea, then turned to the young man. She pointed out to sea, smiled, and said, "I made a difference for that one, didn’t I?"

(young people excused) [Thanks to my friend Kat for the story idea.]

Living by Our Principles

My last talk for this fine group was about ethics and morals, and about developing principles to live our lives by. From what I’ve seen, this group is in a lot better shape than many people, but in the spirit of continual improvement....

Principles aren’t worth much unless we apply them. Learning to live by our fundamental principles sounds easy, but it takes time and effort. I still work on it every day. We have to get into the habit, by thinking about what we’re doing as we make our little daily choices. When we see that we’ve violated a principle, which we all do on occasion, we should make a commitment to ourselves to try and act differently next time.

We shouldn’t worry obsessively about mistakes of the past. Own your mistakes, correct them if you can, forgive yourself for them, then resolve to avoid making them in the future.

In this way, we can gradually improve ourselves, and become better people.

New Beginnings

Everyone who lives in the real world suffers problems and stresses in their life. We sometimes look upon our neighbor and think wistfully, "If only I had her life." Or, "If only I had his life." Or maybe even, "If only I had my cat’s life." Then my problems would be over.

Well, maybe. But we often overlook the unique burdens and stresses of other people, since we are thinking only of our own problems when we decide that our neighbor has a lighter load. In fact, our neighbor probably has burdens we don’t even know about.

When we come to see that problems and stresses are a part of our journey through life, and quit trying to wish them away, we’re on the path to fulfillment.

Many of our burdens are burdens of the past, that exist only because we won’t let go of them. We may be carrying anger, guilt, worry, remorse, and other negative emotions with us, as a result of something which happened last week, last year, or even many years ago. These things can sap our energy and drain our spirit.

Instead of worrying and complaining about our burdens, we must carry them as best we can, do what we can to lighten them, accept the ones we can’t remove yet, and move on.

When we learn to carry our own burdens, we become stronger. Eventually, we can begin helping other people whose load is heavier than ours. When we first share someone else’s burden, we have entered the realm that psychologists call "self-actualization", humanists call "altruism", and spiritualists call "enlightenment". I like to refer to it as simply, making a difference.

There is a secret to how to lessen our burdens so that we can help others carry theirs, thus adding fulfillment to our lives".

Listen closely.

The secret is simply this: Every day can be a new beginning.

"Oh sure," you say. "It isn’t that easy." Well, it certainly isn’t at first. I’ve expressed those doubts too. But, if we start with small things, we can work our way up to the bigger things.

Speaking and Listening

As we gradually improve ourselves, through principled living, we create opportunities to do more. We create opportunities to make a difference in the world, by helping others to improve themselves. And we can begin by making conscious changes in our everyday dealings with other people.

There are times to speak, and there are times to listen.. We are conditioned to be passive listeners by our culture. Just go along. Don’t rock the boat. Avoid controversial issues. Don’t challenge those who encourage hatred and bigotry, since if we question their rhetoric, we may become their next target. There are real dangers in speaking up. But if we let fear keep us from speaking, we can never make a difference in the world.

An Agent of Light

When another person expresses an idea that promotes divisiveness and hatred rather than unity and love, we have a choice. We can be an agent of dark, or we can be an agent of light.

A passive listener, one who allows expressions based on hatred to go unchallenged, becomes an agent of dark. When another person says something which violates our fundamental principles, being neutral and silent implies complicity to both the speaker and all the other listeners. We’ve all done this at times, since it’s easier and much less risky than the other option. We’ve all stood idly by when someone made a racial slur, or an ethnic joke, or belittled someone who is going through a rough spot in their life’s journey. We fear that if we speak up, we will become an outcast.

There are worse things than being an outcast.

There is a turning point for everyone who chooses to stand for truth and justice. Every one of us has to consciously decide to accept the consequences of speaking out.

The way in which we speak out can make all the difference in our effectiveness. Our first step may be to simply ask the speaker why they feel the need to belittle others. The speaker’s reaction is fairly predictable, since he or she is probably not used to being challenged. They will probably laugh nervously, and may continue on with their rhetoric, as if you were joking. Ask them again. Now, the speaker will probably leave the previous subject and turn their attention to you. But, after blustering a bit, they will generally drop the matter and move on. The other principled people within earshot will likely feel relief. They may even express thanks that you stood up to an agent of darkness.

You will have become an agent of light.

A Personal Example

I know that many of you have stories to tell. I’ll start off with one of mine, that marked a personal turning point.

I was reading the newspaper one Sunday morning, and came upon this editorial:

Dear Ellen: Please keep your closet door closed

The radio news announcer was breathless: Get the scoop on Ellen DeGeneres. Hear her story for the first time in an exclusive interview with Barbara Walters. Meet the real Ellen.

"You will be touched," the announcer concluded.

Try it and I'll file charges.

As this is being written a few hours in advance of the big event, I don't know what touching things Ellen had to say.

Unless some snippet of that interview appears in this newspaper, I'll never know the whole story.

Somehow this loss doesn't bother me. I cannot work myself up to give a good hoo-ha about Ellen and her "coming out." Nor do I care much about anyone else coming out or staying in. I had much rather they just stay quiet.

This must have something to do with the fact that I am a hick at heart. On some larger plane, perhaps the really cultured people know why it matters that Ellen DeGeneres is a lesbian and why it is important to talk about it. They haven't passed that information down to us yet.

Because it seems to me that the object of Ellen's desire, be it animal, vegetable, mineral, heterosexual, homosexual, bisexual, or asexual, isn't something that ought to become a national debate.

For that matter, I cannot possibly imagine what public figure I would care knowing about.

I bear no grudge against homosexuals of any gender. So far as I know I don't know any.

Most people you meet on the street don't introduce themselves, "Hi, I'm Dave and I'm a homosexual."

Surely the worth of each of us is more than our sexual partner.

For that matter, the fact that I will not be tuning in to the Walters interview nor the "Ellen" show has nothing to do with homosexuality. I just don't think she is funny or interesting.

In one short moment from the exclusive radio interview in the radio advertisement, Barbara Walters, posing one of her deeply thoughtful questions, asks: "Are you involved with anyone right now?"

To which Ellen answers: "Yes."

Scintillating stuff, I know.

The fact is, exploring the private lives of individuals down to the level of sexual behavior panders to the lowest interests of us all.

The only people who could possibly care about Ellen are other lesbians, those who breathe deeply into telephones, or those who want to send her to eternal damnation.

That leaves the vast majority of us who don't really care as long as we don't have to hear about it.

The ABC television network is going to make sure, however, that we hear plenty about it.

Ellen's lesbianism and the ensuing "coming out" party is a certified money-maker.

All of which means that the issue will be reincarnated this summer as a rerun.

Guess I'll just have to miss it twice.

Well, I sat there and thought about how this man had such power to perpetuate misguided notions, and really had no idea of the harm he was doing. I did something I had never done before. I decided to speak up for all the world to see. I spent the next two hours writing and editing a rebuttal, in a fit of passion, and I e-mailed it before I left the computer. [Then it suddenly dawned on me that my morning coffee was yearning to escape my body.]

Being a good editor and valuing content for his newspaper, he published my response the following Sunday:

A Counterpoint on Ellen's Coming Out

The point of sharing this with you was to talk about what it meant to me and others. What were the immediate consequences, and were they worth it?

In the next couple of weeks, there were two or three poorly written letters to the editor from apparent fundamentalists, incoherently ranting. One was most concerned that I had maligned hicks somehow, and wanted me to know that there was nothing wrong with being a hick.

My family seemed a little embarrassed, that I had exposed my thoughts publicly. They nervously asked whether I intended to respond to the comeback letters. I didn't need to, having nothing more to add.

A few people made a point to tell me how much they appreciated me writing this when they saw me, since they agreed with the principles I expressed.

But most people were silent. Even in their silence, I’d like to think some of them were questioning their own attitudes, which is a difficult thing to do.

In the ensuing years, the editor has become increasingly more accepting of diversity of all sorts, perhaps even a champion at times. He runs columns about groups that are repressed because of race, gender, or sexual preference. He has recently sponsored a multi-part series with a dialogue among the local church pastors about racism and segregation in their congregations. I hope I had at least a small part in opening the editor’s mind.

Most important of all, I know that I can never go back to allowing prejudice to go unchallenged.

Martin Niemoller

It’s important to remember that personal perfection is not necessary before you can speak out. Many of the most eloquent champions of social justice and individual dignity had personal traits that fell outside someone’s moral boundaries. It is common for someone to have started out joining in with the crowd in their youth, but finally seeing the light of truth. Religions generally make quite a fuss over awakenings of the spirit, with names like "being saved," "born-again," or "becoming one." Maybe these are all names for the same thing.

Many historical examples come to mind, but I’ll use just one, the German pastor Martin Niemöller.

Niemöller was not pure. He had been a U-boat captain in WW I prior to becoming a pastor. And he supported Hitler prior to his taking power. Initially, the Nazi press held him up as a model for his service in WW I. [Newsweek, July 10, 1937, pg 32]

But Niemöller broke very early with the Nazis. In 1933, he organized the Pastor’s Emergency League to protect Lutheran pastors from the police. In 1934, he helped form the Confessing Church, which despite its persecution became an enduring symbol of German resistance to Hitler. He was protected until 1937 by both the foreign press and influential friends in the up-scale Berlin suburb where he preached. But eventually, he was arrested for treason. From then on until the end of WW II, he was held at the Sachsenhausen and Dachau concentration camps. Near the end of the war, he narrowly escaped execution. [from Charles Colson’s Kingdoms in Conflict]

After the war, Niemöller emerged from prison to preach the following words which all of you have heard...

When they came for the Communists, I did not stand up,
because I was not a Communist.
When they came for the Jews, I did not stand up,
because I was not a Jew.
When they came for the Catholics, I did not stand up,
because I was a Protestant.
When they came for me, there was no one left to stand up.

Act Now!

You can never go wrong by taking the high road, and being an agent of light. You can become like a virus, infecting the world, not with disease, but with principles.

Perhaps today will bring you an opportunity to make a difference.


2/4/00


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