• Coming of Age, at Any Age

    A talk delivered in 2010 at Thomas Paine Unitarian Universalist Fellowship, in Collegeville, Pa.

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    Credo.

    The goal of each child in our Coming of Age class this year is to craft a credo by the end of the school year, around May. But what in the world does that mean?

    Well, credo is most often translated from Latin as “I believe.” And from that, the most straight-forward way to see a credo is as a statement of belief.

    But here’s the thing. If you dig beyond “I believe,” the Latin is more closely translated to “what I set my heart to.”

    ”What I set my heart to.”

    Now, this is something that I find more useful to people, both young and old.

    Because “what I believe,” to me, sets up an argument.

    Stephanie: “This is what I believe.”

    Kelly:  ”Well, this is what I believe.”

    Stephanie: “They’re not the same. One of us is wrong.”

    Or a narrative, full of details.

    Kelly: “I think that when we die we go to a place where we sit down and watch a movie, like in the movie Defending Your Life. And after watching it, a jury decides whether we go to heaven or if our life wasn’t satisfactory and we’re sent back to earth to try again.”

    And I’m not saying that arguments and narratives are unimportant. Take them out of this place and this group and there wouldn’t be a whole heck of a lot of sound here at coffee hour.

    But argument and narrative are not what we set our hearts to. I’ve told our students this already, but they’ll have to hear it again: I don’t care nearly as much about what they believe as I want to know what they value. I want to know the things that they live for. Things like:

    • Compassion for others.
    • Loyalty to friends
    • Creativity in meeting the difficulties and challenges they face.
    • Gratitude for the abundance of their lives.
    • Justice for the stranger.
    • Kindness for ourselves, for others, for pets, for grandparents.

    And I ask you the same question I ask them. What do you value? What are you willing to live for? Because credo-making is not something you do in 7th grade and place in a folder to pull out for a convenient refresher. Viewed as “what do I value, and what do I do about it,” your credo is the most living of documents. Done right, your credo is a blueprint to the life you construct. It’s how others know you, and how you know yourself.

    So I ask you, what is your credo? What is it that you set your heart to?

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    Now some folks may be balking at the word credo. It’s pretty close to creed. And as you all know, UUs are  noncreedal. That means we don’t accept that there’s one book or revelation that explains and holds fast our worldview. Instead, we are covenantal. That means that we are in relation:

    • to each other;
    • to the world;
    • to our histories.

    We see the world through lenses of our particular position in the world, of our family and personal history.

    And if that’s true, then one of the most important things we do is understand the relationships and obligations that define us. As the theologian Rebecca Parker said in a 1998 address to the Unitarian Universalist General Assembly, “Covenant-making must begin with the question. ‘What have we been given? What is the covenant we are already in?’ ”

    And so we asked you all to reflect on your past. In other exercises with the students, we’ve asked them to build a timeline of their lives, to sketch out a family tree and put name to the various identities in their family’s pasts. We’ve asked them to name those who have had the most influence, for good or for bad, on their lives.

    If you’ve got 20 minutes some day, it’s not a bad use of the time.

    Because a credo isn’t conceived in a moment, any more than it is lived in a moment. It breathes in your chest, it bursts forth from you, each morning when you wake, each time you step out in to the world. But that is most likely to happen if we are intentional—if we spend time summoning it, beckoning it.

    Covenant making must begin with the question. ‘What have we been given? What is the covenant we are already in?’

    It’s a lesson the adults in this room should be heeding now as we work on a different covenanting process, one in which we are called to create a vision statement for our community.

    I suggest as you think about your vision for this community, much like we are asking each of these young people—and each of us—to craft a vision of their faith life, to consider this: Your vision shouldn’t be about 250 members or 100 kids, it’s not about the building or the number of parking spaces we have. Write a credo for Thomas Paine. Don’t tell me how big or multifaceted it is. Tell me: What does it value? Who does it serve? What does this community sets its heart on? What does it live for? What would it be willing to die for? Answer that, and you’ll have your vision. And a path forward.

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    That said, our path forward as a class is to start on the next piece of our journey together. And there might be a place for you in this. We will be tackling some of the big theological subjects —god, death, why bad things happen to good people—over the next few months, and then turning toward a reckoning with our credos. And we could use some help. The students will be asked at our next meeting to think about selecting an adult mentor, someone outside the class whom they’d like to work with on their credo. So if one of these young people approaches you in the next week or two, say “yes.” Engage them on it. And do them this great favor: Share what you live for, the things you value, and, as much as you’re comfortable, the things that get in the way of living up to your values. A credo is the distillation of one person, but it is fed—like our faith—from many streams. The same as our community.

    And that brings me to my final plug of the day. Tomorrow is Martin Luther King Day and our Coming of Age class—and a goodly number of the leadership of this fellowship—will be participating in a Day of Service at the Unitarian Society of Germantown. If you would like to join us, let me know right after service or go to mlkphillyuus.org to sign up for a project. We are known by our works, and this day is a way to affirm the values of Dr. King. We invite and welcome you.

    Blessed be. And let’s sing together a song Dr. King would approve of—When the Spirit Says Do, #1024 in your Teal book.

  • My brother’s eulogy

    Chris did a great job Thursday morning with the eulogy during the funeral mass for my father at St. Benedict Catholic Church, in Holmdel. Here are his prepared notes. He strayed a bit from this text, but you get the idea.

    First, I would like to thank everyone for coming and for the well wishes, prayers and concerns. Looking out at the number of people here today, I would say,

    “If you can measure a man by the number of people who care for him and love him, my father has done pretty well in life.”

    Over the last several days, we’ve obviously had the opportunity to talk to a lot of people who have known dad over the years – family, friends, acquaintances, business associates.

    It seems without fail they comment how they have enjoyed knowing dad. How funny he was. How intelligent he was. How sharp he was. How respected he was. We all appreciate hearing that.

    Growing up, we all like to think our dad is larger than life. But sometimes through your life you question whether you believe that only because he’s your father. Maybe others don’t see him in the same light. Hearing the compliments of the last few days validate my opinions of my dad.

    This morning, I just wanted to take a few minutes to talk about dad and what he meant to us. I think I speak for Kevin and Sue as well.

    As many of you know, coming from a working class family, losing his father when he was very very young, he became a very successful husband, father, brother, grandfather, and, professionally, accountant and bank executive. You could say that he was a self-made man. But we all know he was far from self-made. Nobody ever is.

    He was very much a product of a great home, a great family who loved him very much and took great pride in his accomplishments. His sisters helped raise him, they helped make him who he became. And I find it touching how proud they were of him.

    You could say though he was the prince. He sometimes found that the world did revolve around him a bit. Aunt Margie letting him jump on the bus while she ran behind it. My observation is that this trait never left him. Right, Mom?

    He went off to Fordham and then to Korea – along the way he met my mother, another strong woman who would continue to support him and allow him to be him. He grew into a man and soon into a father.

    Dad was a strong figure in our lives. I always say about my son, Nick, the things that drive you crazy about him are the things that make you love him. Dad had such a strong personality – he was persistent, driven, stubborn as the day is long. All traits that served him well in life. He taught us these traits and they helped us succeed in life.

    He was also loyal and devoted. To his friends and family. He loved my mom. I was going through pictures the other night and there were pictures of my mother and him from 25, 30 years ago. I remember being really young and we would fight over mom. He would always win – ping-pong games, Stratego, everything. Man, he was competitive. But, yes, he loved mom – always had names for her. But all were about how important she was to him.

    Growing up, our father taught us how to work hard. We get what we earn. And how to be be accountable. He wanted the best for us – and of course he knew what was best for us.

    You know this is what makes kids rebel – and we did our share. But what really burns us up, even today we are finding in new ways, is that he was often right.

    He was very generous. I bet if we went around the room today, we would have hundreds of stories about how dad helped them in difficult times, provided valuable advice, mentored them. There just isn’t enough time this morning to do any of them justice.

    As in every journey, you go through some dark times. There are some days and there are some nights. Every family, every relationship has this. You go through them and come out the other side. And you learn from them. I think we learned a lot together. Much about acceptance and forgiveness. Maybe most importantly, though, we learned that, through everything, no matter what happens, he’s my father and I’m his son, we’re a family and there is nothing on this earth that will change that. And the arguments we had, they were so often over what we thought was best for the other.

    Growing up, you always look for validation. Every kid wants their dad’s approval. Every child wants their dad to tell them that he is proud of them. And we all know what it feels like to get that attention, that acknowledgement. You may need it less as you get older and more secure with yourself. But it still feels good.

    And in recent years, he let me know he was proud of me. And I know he is proud of Sue and Kevin as well – and the families we now have – in all of his grandchildren – Peter and Kelly, Justin, Hannah and Nick. I will always be thankful for the way he welcomed Hannah into our family when I got married. He’s proud of our successes, but maybe more importantly, who we have become as people.

    I often hear that I am a lot like my father. Not just the crazy eyebrows, but also the competitiveness, the stubbornness and persistence, our sense of humor. There were times when that would drive me crazy. Really, who wants to be told you are just like your dad when you are at the age when all you want to be is NOT like your parents. I have to say though, now when people say that to me, I take it as a compliment.

    I hope someday, when my measure as a man it taken, I fair as well as my father.

    God bless you, Dad.

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    A press release from Astoria Federal, where my dad was on the board for the past 17 years, announced his passing and was posted on CNBC. As a financial guy, he watched the station a lot—especially in the clubhouse after a round of golf.

    If only Maria Bartiromo had read it on-air …

    The press release: Astoria Financial Corporation Regretfully Announces the Death of Thomas J. Donahue, a Member of the Board of Directors

    George Enkelke, Astoria’s CEO, says:

    “We are deeply saddened to report the loss of not only a valued director and business colleague, one whose expertise, counsel and guidance to the Boards of both the Company and Astoria Federal served us well during his 20 year tenure, but also the loss of a good friend. We extend our sincerest sympathy to his wife Maureen and their family. He will be greatly missed.”

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    Kevin’s dad, Thomas Donahue, passed away Sunday. Below is the death notice that will run in Wednesday’s Asbury Park Press. There’s much more to say, but now’s not the time to try.

    Thomas J. Donahue died on Sunday, May 23, at his home in Aberdeen. He was 69 years of age.

    Tom was born Jan. 23, 1941, to Mary (Meehan) and John Donahue, and grew up in Mount Vernon, N.Y. He attended Fordham University from 1958 to 1962. Upon graduation, he served as an officer in the U.S. Army, stationed in Fort Bragg, N.C., and South Korea. He married Maureen O’Callaghan in June 1962.

    Thomas returned to civilian life in 1963, working at Peat, Marwick, Mitchell and Co., where he attained partner status. He later served as a banking consultant, as President of Whitestone Savings Bank, and as
    a member of the Board of Directors at Astoria Financial Corp. for the last 17 years.

    Thomas also served on the board of the Collier High School, in Morganville, N.J., and was a member of Beacon Hill Country Club, Atlantic Highlands.

    He was preceded in death by his sisters Beata Donahue and Agnes Curth. He is survived by his wife Maureen, of Aberdeen; his daughter Susanne Donahue, of Tinton Falls; his sons Christopher Donahue, of Atlantic Highlands, and Kevin Donahue, of Eagleville, Pa.; five grandchildren, Peter Donahue, Robert Donahue, Justin Underwood, Nicholas Donahue and Hannah Martin; and his sisters Margaret Koster and Patricia Cresswell.

    Visitation will be from 2-4 p.m. and 7-9 p.m. at John P. Pfleger Funeral Home, 115 Tindall Rd., Middletown, on Wednesday, March 26. A Funeral Mass will be held 10:30 a.m. Thursday, March 27, at St. Benedict Catholic Church, 165 Bethany Rd., Holmdel. Interment will be at Mount Olivet Cemetery, Middletown.

    In lieu of flowers, the family asks that you make donations in memory of Thomas to:

    Visiting Nurse Association of Central Jersey
    Hospice Department
    176 Riverside Ave.
    Red Bank, NJ 07701

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    The best thing you can ever do with a negative is turn it into a positive. Kelly did that this weekend. He headed up a team in a local Crohn’s and Colitis Foundation charity walk. He got friends, family and our church community involved, and we raised more than $1,500!! Excellent job, Kelly!

    Big thanks to everybody who took part. (Pete and Justin were there, too, hiding from the photographers.)

    Here are photos

    Donate here

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    Kevin’s dad, Tom Donahue, has been in the hospital for a week now. He hadn’t been feeling well and remained weak after a three-day stay at the hospital a couple weeks ago for congestive heart failure.

    He’s comfortable now, if tired, and getting a full work-up from the medical staff at Riverview Hospital. We’re grateful for all the work everyone’s putting in at the hospital, and for all the prayers and well-wishes we’ve been receiving from family and friends, literally all over the world. Keep it coming. We all appreciate it—especially dad.
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    This is Virginia with our friend Mary Green at a local church, which hosted a fundraiser for Norristown’s community arts non-profit, ACPPA. Amy Grebe is the director and she does a fabulous job (you can donate here: http://www.acppa.net/donate.htm).

    The fundraiser had a Chinese theme — Chines food, Chinese music, with some incredible instruments, including one that a musician claimed was 2,000 YEARS OLD. Here’s a photo of it:

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    And video of them playing:

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    Kelly and I went to a preseason exhibition but the family went to our first regular season Phillies game of the year on Tuesday. (Here are Da Boys and I in Ashburn Alley during batting practice before the game.)

    Good game. Phillies-Cardinals. Hamels-Wainwright. Scoreless till the 8th inning, Tied through 9. Carlos Ruiz homer in the 10th for the win. Best of all, Virginia came all the way from a training in Harrisburg to catch the game with us. Afterward, we took her to 30th Street Station and stuck her on a train back. She’ll be back tomorrow (Friday) and I will be happy to no longer be a single parent. A little of this goes a long, long way.

  • This Sunday talk was shared on April 10, 2010, at Thomas Paine Unitarian Universalist Fellowship.

    It’s good to be with you all this morning.

    This talk started a couple months ago, at work, where I’m an editor for Men’s Health magazine. I was back-reading an article “Why Men Fail,” by Mike Zimmerman. In it, he writes this:

    Real success, any way society measures it—money, fame, happiness, family—cannot be achieved in the presence of cynicism.

    And then he goes on to quote Matthew McConaughey, of all people, who says:

    “Cynics love to put their finger on disease before they put it on health. It’s the easy way to go. Play the blame game: ‘I got screwed, that should’ve been mine.’ They’re all dead-end answers. For me, ‘Just keep livin’,’ as a creed and a compass, is about making the evolving choice, the forward-moving, life-giving choice.”

    First, I gagged. Then I scoffed, Matthew McConaughey! Please! Had a little laugh. Finished the article.

    About 15 minutes later, I couldn’t get the thought out of my head. Success cannot be achieved in the presence of cynicism.

    So here’s where we’ll start. Unitarian Universalism is a skeptics’ faith. Right there in our principles and purposes we covenant to affirm and promote “A free and responsible search for truth and meaning.” We are explicitly noncreedal. There is no one-size-fits-all faith.

    I teach a class here—Neighboring Faiths, in which we take 5th and 6th graders to the nearby homes of other faith traditions. And if you want to see someone screw up their face and really decide that you are from another planet, tell them that as a faith we don’t believe the Bible, the Torah, or the Koran is the sole valid interpretation of the divine. Tell them you think that all those books have their place, along with Gandhi’s Autobiography, and All I Ever Really Needed to Know I Learned in Kindergarten, by Robert Fulgham (a UU minister, by the way). Expect them to say that they’re praying for you.

    As a faith perspective, we are questioners.

    Look around you, and you’ll find a lot of skeptics—professional skeptics, even (doctors, lawyers, scientists). I’m a journalist. The most important lesson I ever received was from a mentor who said, “Your mother says she loves you, check it out.” And then, for emphasis, he repeated, “Your mother says she loves you …. check … it …. out.”

    Importantly: Most of the people here were not born into this faith, but came here after asking a question or a series of questions about their religious identity and finding the answers lacking. Can I get an amen?

    I would consider skepticism a question-powered search for truth and meaning. But there’s a related word: cynicism. Cynicism is questioning, but with a different goal. It’s the negation of finding answers. It is, in fact, a hiding from answers. Cynics can be funny, but arguing with one can be a frustrating affair, because a cynical exchange doesn’t get at the truth of the matter.

    You’d think that one tactic for overcoming the cynic would be belief, but indeed, as we all know, there are “true believers” who are completely cynical.

    So when I first thought about this message, I had skepticism and cynicism on one side of a rhetorical divide, and belief on the other. But that’s not right. Let’s do it like this: skepticism and belief on this side; cynicism on the other. The choice we make is not between questioning and believing. At our best, we shape belief through questioning. The more interesting question, to me, is one of trust.

    Skepticism and belief are built on a trust that the answers can be ascertained. Cynicism, on the other hand, is a by-product of dis-trust.

    I become a cynic when my trust in the assumptions I make about life is compromised. I become cynical about my job when I distrust that the people who run my workplace are invested in the well-being of everyone that works there. I become cynical about my government when I do not trust that it is working or can work for the Common Good.

    And when that happens I get political theater the likes of which we’ve all watched for a decade or more. And those events have an effect, a souring of belief in the ability to solve problems, in this case as a country. The Pew Research Center for the People and the Press spoke to people on their opinions of Congress. 86 percent were negative, 4 percent positive, and 10 percent too polite to say what they were really feeling. The most-used words to describe Congress were: dysfunctional, corrupt, selfish, inept, confused, incompetent, ineffective, lazy, bad, sucks, poor, crooks, lousy, terrible.

    Now, I’m no fan of Congress. But short of a true cataclysm in Washington, these numbers do not seem so much a measure of the effectiveness of our legislature as a measure of something else we feel toward the representatives that we ostensibly sent to Washington.

    The question is when do we move from critique to condemnation.

    Is it wrong to be cynical? Sometimes, like with the current political climate, it may feel as if it is the only road forward. But here’s my question to you: Where does this road lead? And do you want to travel it?

    Even in love, Roberts and Owen are constantly suspicious that each is going to betray the other. And—spoiler alert here: if you want to see this movie, shut your ears for the next 30 seconds, though, honestly, the plot is so confusing that you’ll never remember what I say as you wade through the thing—they steal the “secret” only to find out that they, in fact, have been played by other actors in the drama. They end up only with each other—which, again, means Julia Roberts and Clive Owen. Weep not for either of them.

    And so the lesson of Duplicity is you reap what you sow—look for deception, look for dis-trust, it will find you. In spades.

    Mike Zimmerman—remember him? the writer of the original article— had a term for the kind of communication that thrives amid dis-trust. He calls it a “bitch spiral,” an ever-quickening descent into blame, recrimination and passivity. “Why even bother? She’ll screw it up anyway.” “I’d love to do that, but I know the boss wouldn’t let me.” “What a joke!”

    Even worse, bitch spirals are hard to resist; they rarely pull down just one person. It’s something to think about next time you’re sitting around a table and somebody begins their familiar litany of complaints about the Same Ol Somebody or Something. Do I really want to go where this is leading?

    The Rev. Kent Matthies, the minister at the Unitarian Society of Germantown, and I were talking about trust. And he said to me that a golden rule of congregational health is that if you have a problem with trust or respect between the leadership and the minister, you’ll go nowhere. When you can’t agree to trust, you certainly cannot commit to a shared vision of where you want to go together.

    And while Kent was speaking specifically about congregational leadership, I’d re-cast that as a challenge to everyone in our community, because at our best we are surely ministers to each other.

    Reminds me of a movie from last year – Duplicity. Anybody see it? I’m sure some of you did, though I’d challenge anybody to recount the plot. Easier to remember its stars – Julia Roberts and Clive Owen, a little eye candy for everyone. Anyway, in the movie Roberts and Owen are first rivals and later lovers despite working for competing corporate espionage squads. They conspire to steal a prize product – a cure for male pattern balding. As an editor at Men’s Health, I’m pretty sure that would be a big deal.

    And we are at an important time in our congregational life. Two weeks from now, we’ll gather to articulate a vision of what we want this community to be. For those who have been here for some time—more than 5 years, say—this is a pretty familiar drill. If you’re newer, you probably will find this a novel idea. If you grew up Catholic, for example, the parish priest never asked you to help envision the Church’s next 5 years (though, honestly, it wouldn’t hurt for that church to try now; it’s never good when the two things that come to mind about a church are creepy pedophilia and obstructionism; if ever there was a time and place to look for fresh thinking, now and the Catholic Church would be a good place to start).

    But back to Thomas Paine: The business of creating a shared vision requires first that we build a shared trust—a safe area in which we can share thoughts that might stray far from where we are now; that allow for possibilities that perhaps aren’t apparent to all of us; a place where we can hear, discern, and then react.

    And this place needs to be large enough to accommodate all of us. My wife Virginia and I have a term for the 33 or so people in this community who invariably show up for events like church visioning sessions—”The Usual Suspects. Well, “rounding up the usual suspects” is no path to a shared vision. We need new suspects. If you are in this room, we need your perspective, your energy.

    If our first principle calls us to respect the worth and dignity of each person, then we need each of those people in our community to take part in shaping our shared vision—and in making it a reality. There is no greater incentive to become involved than to have been there at its creation.

    And we will not succeed unless all the people in this community articulate a vision, wrestle with it, embrace it, and commit to it.

    Some Sunday mornings, I sit in my seat, about halfway back on the right side there, and we sing a song together, and I can feel the strength of this community building around me. This began before Rev. Bryant joined us, but it’s certainly strengthened in the past nine months. We’re at a time brimming with excitement and potential.

    We’ve been here before; previously, not much changed. Why? Because we clung to what we were instead of what we could become. We tried to make new realities confirm to old assumptions, rather than challenge those old assumptions.

    We sit at that same point again. And we will need all the courage and trust we can muster to imagine a vibrant and loving community with room enough for all those folks who we know live around here without a faith community, but who would find our perspective affirming and maybe even life-changing.

    What could we become? I have ideas, and I know you do, too. Bring them here two weeks from now. Share them. Listen. Listen some more.

    And think about these questions: How do I build a culture of trust around me? How do I exhibit trust in others? And how do I live up to the trust others put in me? Because the surest way to breed cynicism is to fail to follow-through on what you say you will do.

    We often quote Margaret Mead around here: “Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.”

    It’s time for this “small group of thoughtful, committed citizens” to change its world. Matthew McConaughey would be proud.

    That’s a joke. And a closing. Blessed be.

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    Kelly, circa 2005, after 2 years without a hair cut ;)

  • Here’s what I said at church on Sunday, March 7, the 18th anniversary of Virginia and my wedding. Meant it, too.

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    We had friends over Saturday for a New Orleans style dinner—Virginia made a boatload of jambalaya, we had some great crab chowder and a King cake to top it all off (I didn’t get the plastic baby figure). Anyway, it was a very fun night and Kelly’s going to have to work on his photo skills because you can’t see a damn person in this image he took (you know who you are, people).

    Oh, first time we’re on here in a while. We’ve had like 80 inches of snow this winter. But Kelly closed out our basketball season tonight (they lost, but had won 3 in a row before that, and Pete’s rec team won the high school division title on Saturday), and we expect that to have a positive effect on the weather. Expect to be wearing shorts within the week!