UUFL Weekly Newsletter
Unitarian Fellowship of Longview
Sunday Zoom Service
This Week’s Program by Kylie Murry: “Challenge and transformation”—and the accompanying feelings of transformation, brokenness, beginnings and change.
UUFL Board Meeting
Saturday, Jan.9 at 2:00 pm
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Words of Wisdom
- “Not everything that is faced can be changed. But nothing can be changed until it is faced.” —James Baldwin
- “You cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad.” —C.S. Lewis
- “Nourish beginnings… Not all things are blest, but the seeds of all things are blest. The blessing is in the seed.” —Muriel Rukeyser
- Because things are the way they are, things will not stay the way they are. —Bertolt Brecht
From our resident story-teller, Sherry Kircus….
Just a Little Magic, Please
Do you remember when you believed in magic, when Santa really did fly in on Christmas Eve bringing you gifts? And then, come New Year’s Day, eating black-eyed peas and turnip greens would bring you good luck and money in the New Year. I’m one of those odd Southern-born people who can hardly swallow turnip greens, but this is a year for all the magic we can generate, and this is the year I’m going to eat turnip greens. I’m not sure how many bites will go down, but I’m going to do it. No substituting spinach, which I like. Perhaps my suffering will convince Fate that we’ve had enough bad luck and should be treated to some good stuff. That’s how bad 2020 has been, and how desperately I want a better 2021.
I’m guessing the rest of us are making the same wishes, and I’d bet too that we’re all eating peas and greens on New Year’s Day. Even if we don’t get any richer, we just want better luck. We want our shots of the vaccine. We want our friends and loved ones safe from the virus. We want the Corona Virus gone. And as always, peace and prosperity are high on our lists.
We have reasons for hope. And as Jerry points out, this was not the worst year of all our lives. He says, “I remember my first year in law school. All I could think was, ‘What am I going to do with a degree in Government?’ Geez, it scared the s*** out of me.” And in that case, stark terror inspired harder work than our beamish boy has ever done before or since, and he managed to graduate from law school in the middle of his class and become the best lawyer I’ve ever known.
I can’t think of a year of my life that has been worse than 2020. There were the years when I almost died, oddly on a twenty-five year schedule. At 25, 50, and 75 I was expected to die, and each time – surprise – I lived. But shucks, there was a very happy ending each year – I lived, I got well, and I stayed well for another twenty-five years. This means, of course, that I’m good now to 100. Or at least I can tell myself that. Pretty good luck, I’d say.
Good luck years are worth thinking about as the New Year rolls in. Perhaps giving some thought to the good luck that’s fallen into our lives will be good magic for us. The years my children were born are high points, and the years they and I lived together were among my best and luckiest years. Looking back, I see the years that I worked as good-luck years too. On a day-to-day basis work was not always a good-luck thing, but taken as a whole, the teaching, nursing, and counseling years were lovely ones. I look back on my career-changing decisions too as good luck, even though there was plenty of reason to think I was a darned fool not to pick one line of work and stick with it. It’s being a singularly lucky life, this one I’m living. Hmmm, and maybe this is the point I’ve been writing toward – I have much more reason for saying Thank You than for saying Gimme. Yes, AutoCorrect, Gimme is so too a word. Ask any Southerner. And as they finish their peas and greens, they’ll probably be glad to explain the vagaries of Southern English, as well as Southern Magic.
Happy New Year to us all, and Please, may there be an end to the bad luck that has dogged 2020. An end to the pandemic, some sane politics, and enough sharing that nobody in this wealthy nation is hungry or homeless – that’s all we’re asking. Yeah, that’s all – giant wishes, and we know how much work those wishes will require from us all. Another of those sayings we carry in all our memories is, “The harder I work, the luckier I get.” So we’re ready to do the work, and we’re wishing with all our hearts for an improved New Year. May 2021 be a good year, please.
Happy New Year, Dear Ones.