Minister's Message: We Who Look To the Stars

I’m not really a “space person.” I don’t own a telescope or have the Sky Guide app on my phone. I didn’t dream about being an Astronaut as a kid. Sure, I count The Sparrow, Mary Doria Russell’s novel about a Jesuit-led mission to make contact with life on another planet, as one of my very favorite books, but that has more to do with the theological themes than the space travel plot. So I have been surprised to find myself so moved by the Artemis II mission. I cried watching the launch and have been crying a little every day since. I cried when mission Commander Reid Wiseman said, “We have a beautiful moonrise. We’re headed right at it,” and when the astronauts asked to name a newly discovered crater on the moon after the commander’s late wife, and when they reestablished communications with NASA after travelling behind the moon and asserted, “we will always choose earth.”

In a world where recent news of technological advancement has centered on Artificial Intelligence, it is profoundly moving to witness the very present humanity of this feat of science and engineering. These astronauts are not merely sending back data and synthesizing observations. They are bearing witness. They are communicating using the language of science yes, but also of religion and of poetry. They are sharing joy and grief. They are even having plumbing issues (can you think of anything more human)! They are connecting this mission to those who came before them, including female pioneers and civil rights leaders. And they are clear that they want their legacy to be not this mission itself, but the exploration that comes after.

It is all so deeply human while still being utterly extraordinary. That paradox reminds me of one of the most defining features of our humanity—the capacity to and for wonder. We are people of boundless curiosity who experience the great and mystical gift of awe. Twentieth century Rabbi and Jewish philosopher Abraham Joshua Heschel’s says that “Knowledge is fostered by curiosity; wisdom is fostered by awe…awe is the root of faith”

I am grateful for the ways in which we are increasing in knowledge, wisdom, and faith as a result of Artemis II’s journey. I wish them Godspeed on their return to earth.

In honor of our human capacity to and for wonder, here is a poem by Ada Limon.

In Praise of Mystery: A Poem for Europa

In faith and with wonder,

Rev. Danielle

Minister's Message for Good Friday

In years past, I’ve leaned into the ways the Lenten and Easter season mirror seasonal cycles of death and rebirth. After all, Lent usually starts in the cold of winter and Easter comes when new flowers are beginning to bloom. Sometimes I’ve used Lent and Holy Week as a metaphorical framework for my own spiritual life. What do I need to let go of, what do I need to let die so that something new can be reborn or resurrected within me?

But this year, I’m not feeling especially metaphorical. We are living through a time when there is so much at stake and where there are so many very real, very nonmetaphorical threats to the people and ideals we hold dear. 

This Holy week, I’ve been leaning into everything that is unique and particular about this story. And it is a unique story—painful and beautiful and strange and perhaps not natural at all. Christian theologians refer to this as the “scandal of particularity,” meaning the preposterous idea that the infinite became specific—revealing itself in a particular person, in a particular place, in a particular time. You don’t have to believe that it actually happened, or that it’s the only “true” religious story (I don’t) to see the lessons in this religious idea. Richard Rohr writes, “You can’t really love universals. It’s hard to love concepts, forces, or ideas. Ideology is just the ego wrapping itself around such abstractions. Love—God incarnate—always begins with particulars.”

So on Good Friday, I’m taking a break from thinking about metaphorical death, and am thinking about particular deaths, about modern accounts of unjust crucifixion: Our Unitarian ancestor James Reeb killed in Selma Alabama for following Dr. KIng’s call, Renee Good and Alex Pretti killed by Ice officer, our trans siblings killed for living as their truest selves, or the deaths of our unhoused neighbors because of our failures to protect human dignity and feed, house and clothe the poor.

Jesus did not die of natural causes at an old age and peacefully return to the dust of the earth. Jesus suffered a violent death at the hands of the Empire. On Good Friday, Jesus was nailed to a cross and executed by the state because his revolutionary message of love was good news for the poor and captive but a threat to those in power. He was abandoned by his friends, felt abandoned by his God and left thirsty and suffering. Good Friday tells a story of betrayal and grief, state sanctioned violence, and complacency and complicity from those who could have protested against it,

Not inevitable. Not natural, but certainly, painfully, familiar. I’ve often quoted German Theologian Dorothee Soelle who says that, “The cross is no theological invention, but the world’s answer given a thousand times over to attempts at liberation.” And we have no shortage of examples of this in our own time and place in history,

We know though, that Good Friday was not the end of the story. We know that Easter comes eventually. But here’s the thing about Easter. Just like crucifixion is not an inevitable death or part of the natural cycle of life, the resurrection was not a natural or expected act of rebirth, like a perennial flower blooming again in the spring. The  resurrection was a shocking and scandalous act and a triumphantly defiant one. It was Jesus’s followers laughing in the face of imperial forces, saying that life is more powerful and abundant than the state’s tools of death. It was hopeful and powerful, but not inevitable. Proclaiming resurrection takes its own kind of work and courage. It requires a commitment to love and liberation that is so fierce it counteracts the fear and power of death. That, my friends, is not easy. Easter doesn’t let us off to the hook for doing the work to bring it about.  

But today is still Good Friday. While we can live with what Henry David Thoreau called, “an infinite expectation of the dawn,” we still have to spend some time in the dark. History has shown us that cross is the world’s answer a thousand times over to attempts at liberation. I believe we can dream a different answer for the future, but we can only do that when we truly understand the reality we face. So on Good Friday, we need to look at suffering and violence straight on and not turn away. We need to understand the pain and death that result from a culture of individualism, scarcity, fear, and greed. We need to understand our own role in perpetuating that culture and discern our calling to courageously work against it.

Only then, when we really confront this pain, when we truly see the violent reality of crucifixion and understand it as something we can and must work against, will we have the passion and unwavering commitment of Easter people—of people who embrace the revolutionary idea that love is more powerful than the empire’s tools of death. So let us bare witness and lament today, so that come Sunday, we can do the defiant joyful work of proclaiming resurrection.

In faith,
Rev. Danielle 

© Rev. Danielle Garrett, 2026

Minister's Message: Passover Lessons

Passover Lessons: Celebrating Freedom From and Freedom For

Did any of you ever try to run away from home when you were a kid? I mean the kind of unserious attempts we make when we mostly have stable home lives but are mad about being grounded or not being able to eat a second cookie and are generally learning how to navigate this tricky business of being thinking, feeling individuals. We pack barbies and hot wheels and some mismatched socks into a school backpack and walk down to the end of the driveway trying to escape the confines of childhood.

Often, when these attempts at childhood rebellion are discovered, an adult will ask, “where were you planning on going anyway?” Some kids may have elaborate plans in mind, but often that part is an afterthought. Our child brains and tender child hearts are mostly focused on what we want to get away from—chores and rules and curfews.

Our early attempts at something like liberation are often about freedom from. There’s nothing wrong with that. It’s an important step, but then we’re left standing, literally or metaphorically, at the end of the driveway or cul de sac, wondering which direction to turn next.

This coming Wednesday marks the beginning of Passover, the Jewish observance that celebrates the Israelites liberation from slavery in Egypt. What I love about this story from the Hebrew Bible is that it reminds us that freedom from is only one step on the road to true liberation. The book of Exodus doesn’t end with the miraculous and climactic parting of the Red Sea, like some blockbuster movie. It asks us to grapple with the difficult, messy questions of what comes after. Where are the Israelites going, how do they get there, and how do they stay faithful during the journey?

The story tells us the Jewish people aren’t doing a particularly good job of answering these questions, at least at first. They are worshipping idols and treating one another poorly and struggling to figure out how to navigate this newfound freedom. That’s when God gives them the Ten Commandments—not as a punishment but as a gift. The Ten Commandments are a covenant, a shared expression of how the Israelites want to behave in order to be faithful to their God and to one another. Because it turns out true freedom is actually pretty hard in practice. Maintaining freedom and flourishing for all, not just for some, requires an ethic of communal care; and an ethic of communal care requires some ground rules about how to treat one another and some mechanism of accountability when we fall short. The book of exodus reminds us that none of us are free until all of us are free, and that’s not possible as long as we’re harming and killing and coveting. 

The Exodus story isn’t only a story of freedom from, but also freedom for—freedom for relationships, freedom for community, freedom for mutual flourishing. True liberation requires attention to both.

During our own era of economic inequality, war, and oppression, I know it can be difficult to imagine that next step. But if we don’t, if we stay focused only on freedom from, we run the risk of turning around at the end of the driveway and sulking back to our rooms with our backpacks. We run the risk of not actually experiencing liberation at all. We need to know what it is we’re running towards, not just what we’re running away from. So my invitation this Passover, is to ask what comes next after the Exodus.  What is possible when we break free from barriers, from unjust social structures, from harmful ways of thinking or constraints placed on our hearts and imaginations?  What do you want to be free to do? How do you want to be free to be? Who do you want there alongside you? What work needs to happen to make that a reality? What covenants and accountability structures need to be in place to help us all get there together? 

May part of our liberatory work involve formulating an answer to that gently chastising, parental question “where exactly were you planning on going anyway?”

Chag Sameach to all of the Jewish members of our community celebrating this coming week!

In faith,
Rev. Danielle 

© Rev. Danielle Garrett, 2026

Sermon: "Can I Pray for You?" (Rev. Danielle)

Many of you know that my call to ministry came mid-life and I was not religious as a young person. I was adamant in my atheism and found it unbearably embarrassing when my grandparents would make us pray before a meal in a restaurant. It felt, as the kids say these days, extremely cringe. We all have our own brand of religious baggage and associations depending on where we grew up and I grew up in the south in the 90s, in the age of What Would Jesus Do bracelets, brightly colored Teen Bibles, and christian clubs with hip sounding names that met in the cafeteria before school. Those were the people I know who talked openly about their faith, wondered about how they could get closer to Jesus and who would offer to pray for me (always with a hunt of judgement in the offer). And teenage Danielle wanted nothing to do with that.

Even as my faith evolved and I discovered Unitarian Universalism, it was easy to avoid extemporaneous prayer or overtly public displays of faith. Sure, I was happy to go to a protest and talk about how my values called me to act in the world. But no one asked me who or what I thought God was and if I talked to God or what I thought happened when I did. Community, social justice, putting faith in action all felt fine but talking about religious belief, or prayer, or my relationship to the divine still felt embarrassing at best and offensive at worst.

So it was unexpected when I found myself as a chaplain in a hospital room, holding the hands of a woman I had just met and praying “Lord Jesus we ask that you lower gas prices.” She was the only visitor for a friend of hers who was dying. She was not especially well off and lived quite a ways away and the regular drives there were a financial burden. I did not believe, in the literal post-enlightenment sense of that word, that Jesus is sitting up in the sky at some kind of cosmic control board regulating the international oil market. But I knew this was not the time to say to this person in pain, “ I believe in praying with our feet. Here are the most politically effective ways to impact economic policy.” She had both deep faith and deep need, so I prayed with surprising earnestness, for Jesus to ease her burden. I can’t say if it actually did anything. I honestly can’t remember what happened to gas prices that summer. But I saw how her request was one borne of deep love for a dying friend,I saw her love for her God and the truth the Christian story held in her life, and I wanted to hold and honor all of that with her in the most sacred space we could possibly create in that hospital room. Prayer was the scaffolding for that space.

The chaplaincy work all ministers are required to do is ostensibly to sharpen our pastoral care skills, but I think one of the great gifts that it gave me was that it forced me to take other people’s faith seriously. Not to pick it apart academically or poke holes in the theology but to sit with them in the depths of it, the strength it gave them, the language it provided when words were hard to find, and the questions and doubts that are its regular companions. So often it took the form of prayer. I came to see prayer as a kind of sacred vessel for holding all of that. A way of saying, these questions and hopes and longings, this relationship you have with the divine, these things are so very precious, let us place them here in this place of safety and reverence. I realized that what made prayer so powerful wasn’t its utility but the way it honored that part of a person’s life. The way it made space for the questions the doctor’s didn’t have an answer for, the hopes that were too fragile to speak aloud, the truths that can’t be proven scientifically. To pray with someone was to let them know their soul deserved care in the same way their mind and body did. I begin to understand “Can I pray for you,” not as a condescending judgement but as a tender offer to help someone hold something very precious. UU minister of worship arts, Erika Hewitt writes. “Prayer is a way to connect and reconnect to ourselves and to that which is life-giving; the mechanics don’t matter as much as the intention: remembering ourselves as magnificent, fragile vessels of love, sometimes with intimates and sometimes with strangers, and affirming our choice to remain connected so that we’re not lost in the vastness of space and time.”

Two years after I prayed for Jesus to lower gas prices, I let down my guard enough to pray for myself. Not meditate or contemplate a poem or read a devotional, but pray in a child-like, petitionary, ask God for something kind of way. I had just returned, exhausted from a cross country trip for a family member’s funeral. And I was on the way to church to preach what I knew would be a difficult sermon in the life of that congregation. As I drove over the drawbridge crossing the Willamette River, I prayed simply, “God, give me a steady voice today.” It was a small ask and spontaneous. The prayer over before I even reached the other side of the river. But it was a vulnerable moment, an admission that I needed support from something greater than myself, a recognition of my own human limitations, and a way of honoring that what I was carrying that morning was precious enough to hold in sacred space. It was, as a recovering atheist, still, deeply embarrassing. But beautifully, powerfully effective.

Now, I am not just trying to convince you to start praying—for yourself or others. Not exactly. Although I wouldn’t be sad if that was the outcome. What I am trying to do is convince you to treat that piece of yourself and others, that we honor in prayer, with care and attention. To recognize that just like our bodies and minds, our souls also deserve tending. I want to normalize prioritizing our spiritual lives and spiritual growth, normalize supporting each other on that journey, and normalize talking about it with one another. Because our faith matters. What we believe matters. And how we stay in touch with and nurture those things matters. Always, but especially right now.

It’s only been two months since ICE agents murdered two unarmed American citizens in Minneapolis. It probably seems like longer because since then the news cycle keeps bringing us increasingly upsetting, major stories like the release of some of the Epstein Files, and a war with Iran that some conservative leaders are framing in Biblical and apocalyptic language. Meanwhile, we’re grappling with things like the ethics of emerging technology and AI, having conversations that make us question our definition of truth and reality and what it means to be human. We live in times that ask with new urgency old questions about who we are and whose we are, where we come from and where we’re going, and what moral obligations we have while we’re here. And we live in times that weigh heavily on some deep part of our souls, times that threaten to disconnect and isolate us from one another and our inner voice. Wrestling with those questions while staying tethered to both our humanity and to what’s transcendent is spiritual work. It’s soul work. And it needs space separate from the other facets of our lives. Prayer, silence, reading sacred texts, deep discussions like soul matters or the anti-fascist theology reading group here at the church.

So often when I counsel people, and ask them about their spiritual lives, they will admit to letting their spiritual practices be one of the first things that slips when life gets busy. And when I say people, I mean me. Or they’ll double or triple up for maximum efficiency. Well, I’ve heard meditation is good for your productivity and health so that’s my spiritual practice. I was in a recent training with other Unitarian ministers where the leaders shared that families consistently rank church low in their list of obligations, skipping church before they skip sports, school clubs, and music lessons. I once taught an adult class at church on building your own theology and one of the participants was stationed there in the military. They were supposed to be on duty the night of one of our classes and asked for a religious exemption. You should have seen the rest of the classes faces when they heard that. It had never occurred to them that anything related to Unitarian Universalism would carry that kind of religious or spiritual weight!

Raise your hand if, in the past let’s say 6 months, you’ve asked someone else in the congregation how they are feeling physically maybe after an illness or surgery? Have you asked someone in the congregation how they’re job is going? In the last six months have you asked anyone, “how’s your spiritual life?” Even in church we don’t do a great job of prioritizing prioritizing the spiritual life.

For those of you who are a bit more utilitarian, who maybe have a harder time justifying tending to the spiritual life for it’s own sake, I’ll close with an interesting conversation between journalist and comedian Trevor Noah and NY mayor Zohran Mamdani. Mamdani was talking giving his diagnosis for the failure of the political left in America, which he ascribes to a lack of imagination, saying, “we are robbing ourselves of ambition and imagination, and we’re telling people that their choice is between settling or sacrifice. And neither of these are enough. You have to have an affirmative vision of how life can be better than this, because this life already is suffocating people.”

Trever Noah responded, “I sometimes think it’s because of the decline of religion on the left.” He continues, “One of the things that faith requires of you is the ability to believe that this current state that you are in is not the end. There is a possibility that something can be greater. And even though you cannot see it, you believe that it can happen.”

Viewed in this light, someone asking me to pray for lower gas prices isn’t just an amusing or touching anecdote about my faith evolution. That prayer was her affirmative vision of a better life. It represents the possibility that something can be greater. It was a powerful vision of equity and ease and the ability to care for one another. A vision of a society that values being present with the dying and doesn’t erect barriers that would prevent such an act of love. For Noah and Mamdani, faith is necessary to the political work of sustaining a vibrant democracy, of building the beloved community, of imagining a world centered on love and liberation.

Our spiritual lives are worth tending to. Our faith is worth being taken seriously. So lean into your role as spiritual companions to one another. Be accountability partners and help one another stick to spiritual practices or show up to church events that are important to you. Talk about what you believe and what you aren’t sure about. Talk about who or what God or goddess is for you. Read sacred texts together. Talk about why you pray or don’t and what it means to you. Ask each other to pray with you and for you. Ask me. I know you’re New Englanders and I know it might feel awkward or embarrassing but this is how we tend our soil so the sowers’ seeds take root. There’s no short cut.

This is how we deepen our faith and we live in times that require a deep faith: a faith that helps us hold one another’s pain and tender hopes, a faith that buoys us in trying times, a faith that brings us moral clarity in the face of injustice, and a faith that allows us to imagine a better world.

May we never consider time spent tending to our souls, to one another’s souls, time wasted.

May it be so. Amen.

© Rev. Danielle Garrett, 2026

Minister's Message: Planning Ahead for Easter

Planning Ahead for Easter (or A Case for Coming to Church on Holy Week)

We are still a few weeks away from Easter, but I know how quickly schedules fill up in the spring. I wanted to share our plans for Holy Week with enough notice for you to mark your calendars and decide how you’d like to honor this sacred time in the liturgical year. I also wanted to share what this week means to me and encourage you to think about attending services and inviting friends or family to join you. 

We long to be an Easter people—people who believe that the forces of life will always overcome the forces of death, people who believe a humble message of love is powerful enough to defy the violence of empire. We are the faithful descendants of Unitarian minister Theodore Parker who declared,”I do not pretend to understand the moral universe. The arc is a long one…from what I see I am sure it bends toward justice.” And yet, it is often hard to believe that is the case when we bear witness to so much hatred, violence, and injustice in our own times—as we watch schoolgirls in Iran killed by US bombs or fight to protect our own neighbors from inhumane immigration policies. It is demoralizing, and perhaps even dishonest, to hold onto such a faith without making room for struggle and lament; without wrestling with and atoning for our own complicity with violence and injustice; without making space to name and grieve the painful realities of our current moment. We know from experience that resurrection does not come easily or cheaply. We don’t get Easter until we confront the truth of Good Friday.

Holy Week provides us a chance to sit with the whole story and to move through each motion with attention, reverence, and open hearts. We begin with the defiant, anti-imperial “counter-protest” of Palm Sunday’s procession into Jerusalem. The story then invites us into a more intimate, tender, embodied expression of care and community with the shared meal and foot washing of Maundy Thursday. We see our own fragile, imperfect humanity reflected in the disciples' inability to stay awake and be present to their friend’s suffering, in Judas’s betrayal, and in Peter’s denial. On Good Friday, we sit with the painful reality of state-sanctioned violence. We remember theologian Dorothee Soelle’s assertion that,“The cross is no theological invention, but the world’s answer given a thousand times over to attempts at liberation.”We understand why those who have faced violence at the hands of the state identify with Jesus’s story, like black American theologian James Cone who compared the cross to the lynching tree. On Holy Saturday, we wait. We sit in the quiet, mournful, hopeful space between suffering and rejoicing where we spend so much of our lives.

And then, Easter arrives. We affirm our stubborn belief that “joy cometh in the morning.” We sing “Hallelujah!”, celebrate the triumph of life over death, and declare that a new way is not only possible, but already here. We say, “The Kingdom of Heaven is already present among us” and then we recommit to living our lives in a way that won’t make liars out of all of us. 

It is a beautiful and powerful story, but one that needs to be told in its completeness. I hope you’ll join us in remembering it—all of it—together. 

In faith,
Rev. Danielle

Minister's Message: Here for Times Like These

Last Sunday, I was absolutely delighted to share the pulpit with Jonathan Streff to honor the anniversary of Leslie’s Retreat. And this Sunday I will be equally delighted to turn the pulpit over to Marlene Warner and some of our sixth graders to mark the beginning of women’s history month. I can’t think of a better way to launch our Stewardship campaign than with two collaborative services that so perfectly capture our past, present, and future, and celebrate the many ways our community members contribute to the life of this historic congregation. 

Leslie’s Retreat Sunday reminded us that our church has a long, fascinating past that shapes and informs our present. We know what it’s like to be witness to pivotal moments in our nation’s history and we have experience discerning how we respond to moments that demand clarity of conscience. The service reminded me of our shared responsibility to be good stewards of that history and to carry that legacy into the future. We are at another pivotal moment in our nation’s history and we desperately need spaces of belonging, respite, spiritual nourishment, discernment, prophetic voice, and faithful resistance. Working with Jonathan also reminded me of the full meaning of church "stewardship," which is about so much more than just money. What a blessing to have someone willing to share this history in such a meaningful and engaging way. We have such deep wisdom, talents, and passion present in this congregation and such a generosity of spirit for sharing those gifts. 

This coming Sunday, we will officially kick off the stewardship campaign following a multi-generational lead service. Some of the participants in this service are the same youth who installed the gum-ball machine at church as their contribution to our fundraising efforts—the same group of kids who told me so confidently on my first Sunday here, “You should know we do a lot for this church!” They remind me that stewardship of this congregation isn’t limited by income or age. I love that our congregation embraces that idea with an enthusiasm that is pretty rare, in my experience. Our children and youth know that they are both recipients of the gifts others share and stewards of this congregation in their own right. They also remind me our faith has such a bright, energetic, creative future. 

I actually get choked up thinking about the story these two services tell about who First Church has been, who we are, and who we can become. I hope you feel proud when you reflect on this community’s rich history and bright future. You should. And I hope you’ll make that pride, love, and hope concrete by engaging in this year’s stewardship campaign. 

The stewardship team has set a visionary financial goal that will put us on a healthy financial trajectory, fund a sustainable staffing structure, support programming for justice and spiritual growth, and help maintain our historic building so we can welcome folks in for years to come. Over the month of March, we will be asking you to take time to think about what the church means to you and how you can contribute financially to its future. But we will also take this time to reflect on stewardship in the fullest sense of the word. This stewardship season is an opportunity to come together and dream big about how our church can show up at this critical moment in history and discuss what unique gifts we have that we can share with one another and our community to make that vision possible. 

I hope you’ll join in these conversations beginning this Sunday, March 1st at the Stewardship luncheon in Wilson Hall following service and then at small group potlucks throughout the month. You’ll be able to sign up for those potlucks starting Sunday and I’m going to attend as many of them as possible so I can hear firsthand about your vision for the future of this community.

I am so grateful to the dedicated and enthusiastic stewardship team, Anna Brandenburg, Mike Giauque, Charlie Hildebrand, John Wathne, and John Wendelken. It is, always, a blessing and a privilege to be on this journey with you all. I’m looking forward to this month of creativity, community, and commitment with great joy and anticipation.

In faith,
Danielle

Sermon: “The Fast Before the Feast” (Rev. Danielle)

Friends, for the first time in weeks, I wrote this sermon without wondering whether or not we were going to have to cancel in-person church service. It has not been an easy winter and I know we are all looking for signs of spring in the air. We are waiting for the ground to thaw. I always feel like I see the light at the end of the tunnel when pitchers and catchers report. So my mind has been drifting towards dreams of ballpark hotdogs, but as a reminder that we don’t always get we want, but sometimes what we need, this week in the liturgical calendar of two religious traditions, we enter a season of fasting. This Wednesday marks the beginning of the Muslim observance of Ramadan, as well as Ash Wednesday, the beginning of the Christian liturgical season of Lent. They are very different observances, of course. Ramadan, which honors the revelation of the Quran and all holy scripture, has a more celebratory nature, with communal pre-dawn and evening meals bookmarking the daily fasts. Lent, the 40 days in the Christian calendar leading up to Easter is more solemn, focused on prayer, sacrifice, and almsgiving as observers prepare their hearts to hear the story of Jesus’s death and resurrection. But both call for practices of self-reflection, fasting and restraint. Both ask observers to give something up in order to make room for the holy.

As an atheist teenager, I was terribly judgy of my friends who observed Lent. The giving up of sugar and junk food felt like a way to reinforce diet culture and cloak it in piety, which was an affront to my feminist values. I am embarrassed now to remember how, full of teenage bravado and scorn, I declared, “I don’t think Jesus cares if you drink diet coke.” As I matured and my relationship with religion changed, I discovered Lenten traditions that weren’t based on sacrifice. Lent became a season for focusing on practices that brought me closer to the sacred and sometimes those practices can be additive; for example, a new spiritual practice, a new book of devotional readings, doing one act of justice/resistance a day, posting an inspirational photo or quote on social media daily, etc.

This made me more comfortable with the season for a while, but this year, I’m not sure comfort should be the goal. I don’t know about you, but I could use some help figuring out how to give things up. Because I can think of so many recent examples of when I’ve refused to sacrifice my comfort for the collective good. The Amazon boycotts that lasted until an “emergency” requiring overnight delivery. The Disney+ boycott that lasted until my desire to see the Taylor Swift eras tour documentary won out. The single use plastics, and red meat, and international flights that are increasing carbon emissions. And heck, forget the collective good for a minute, there are so many times where I’ve refused to give something up for my own good. Scrolling on facebook and instagram even when I can feel it ruining my attention span, making me angry, dissatisfied, and numb to name just one example.

We humans are not good at giving things up. We are not good at choosing discomfort and inconvenience, even when it might be in our best interest. We are hard-wired to want to have our cake and eat it too. Ask any minister what church attendance is like on Ash Wednesday, Maundy Thursday or Good Friday versus Easter morning. We want the joy of resurrection and new life without the loss and death. We want the health benefits of meditation without the hard hours of practice and boredom and learning proper posture. We want the solace of community without the discomfort of conflict. We want better schools but we don’t want to pay higher taxes. We want to save the earth, but at the end of the day, aren’t we all kind of hoping someone invents a machine that will magically reverse climate change without us having to drink out of paper straws?

But friends, the stakes these days are too high to rely on magical thinking. The truth is, living our values, really putting our faith into action, might mean giving things up. It might mean sacrificing some temporary comfort, and abandoning old habits and old ways of living that aren’t centered on love, that don’t serve our neighbor or our planet, that don’t serve collective liberation. Shopping habits that exploit workers, convenience products that destroy the earth, tech platforms that threaten democracy and further enrich the powerful.

This is what feminist eco-theologian Sally McFague argued. Towards the end of her life, McFague made a move unusual for a liberal theologian. She began writing passionately about the Christian concept of “kenosis,” or self-emptying. The act of letting go of ego and power and like Jesus committing to acts of self-sacrificial love. You don’t hear a lot of feminist theologians talk about self-sacrifice. For good reason! But McFague cared deeply about creation care and economic inequality and she worried our habits of overconsumption were killing one another and the earth. The only way forward was to practice radical restraint and humility. To give things up. McFague writes, “This ‘crisis’ has to do with how we live on a daily basis—the food we eat, the transportation we use, the size of the house we live in, the consumer goods we buy, the luxuries we allow ourselves, the amount of long-distance air travel we permit ourselves, and so forth. The enemy is the very ordinary life we ourselves are leading as well-off North Americans.” The kenotic paradigm, she says…includes the recognition that life’s flourishing on earth demands certain limitations and sacrifices at physical and emotional levels. The realities of our time mean that the vocabulary and sensibility of self-limitation, egolessness, sharing, giving space to others, and limiting our energy use no longer sound like a special language for the saints, but rather, like an ethic for all of us.” Pope Francis echoed this call in his 2019 Ash Wednesday address when he said, “We need to free ourselves from the clutches of consumerism and the snares of selfishness, from always wanting more, from never being satisfied, and from a heart closed to the needs of the poor,”

I hear them. I do. But then I remember my many failed attempts at an Amazon boycott. It’s hard! Our brains can be frighteningly simple sometimes, wired to desire instant gratification and to avoid discomfort. Sometimes self-denial feels like trying to overcome our very nature.

But this, this is what religion is good for. Some scholars say all theology is really anthropology. Religious traditions understand the best and worst of human nature and offer us stories and tools and frameworks for dealing with all the limits and possibilities of our humanness. There are ancient spiritual technologies that help us grapple with the idea that sometimes we need to let go of something, go without, give something up for our own good or for the good of our shared life together. Observances like Lent and Ramadan that give us a chance to practice this hard work. Now, I know these practices have caused a lot of harm for folks, and I do not want anyone to engage in a practice that might be physically or emotionally damaging. If you remember from our second reading, a fast can take many forms that aren’t just about food. So my goal isn’t to convince you to observe fast or ramadan, but to contemplate some of the ways these practices can be informative or instructive as we figure out how to live our lives in ways that lead to collective flourishing.

And there are three things about these practices that I want to lift up. First, they remind us, in Omid Safi’s words, that “Our Bodies Are Means by Which We Live Out Our Faith.” There is a materiality—and embodied quality to both Lent and Ramadan that reminds us that our bodies and souls are deeply connected. We can’t just think our faith, we have to live it, in the real world with the flesh and bones and earthy resources we’ve been given. Fasting or giving something up for 40 days helps remind us of the agency and power we have to express our faith in tangible, embodied ways. We might think it’s silly when our friends give up diet coke or chocolate for Lent, but that practice serves as a reminder that what we consume, when, and how is an expression of our faith values. These practices help strengthen that soul, body connection for us. They create short cuts in our brain that remind us that what we eat and how we travel and where we spend our money and how we spend our time are not disconnected from what we hold most sacred.

Second, these practices bring us deeper into community. They remind us we don’t and can’t do this alone. Whether it’s reducing our consumption and changing our habits to combat climate change, boycotting a business that’s supporting harmful policies, or better distributing our wealth and resources to care for the least of these, it’s going to take a critical mass to be successful. One person reducing single use plastics or refusing to shop at Target until they stop cooperating with ICE won’t have much of an impact. We need all of us. Lent and Ramadan invite us to practice fasting as a communal endeavor. We enter these seasons knowing generations of ancestors have already tread these spiritual paths. We know we have companions for the journey to hold us accountable and provide us encouragement, and we get to remember that the feast is that much more delicious when we’ve shared in the fast together. I love Omid Safi’s warm memory of his Arabic professor taking a group of students to Waffle House for the pre-dawn meal. The experience of living our embodied faith collectively is powerful.

And finally, and most importantly, these observances help reframe practices of self-restraint or sacrifice, seeing them not as pious acts of willpower done for their own sake, but as steps towards greater joy and wholeness. Sally McFague writes that we are called to “restraint, not for the sake of ascetic denial of the world, but in order that “abundant life” might be possible for all.” The work of achieving abundant life for all should be joyful work! If we’re going to stick in the fights for justice and equity for the long haul, we need to find pleasure and meaning in making decisions that serve our neighbor and care for the earth.

Ramadan and Lent remind us that there can be joy, richness, and spiritual fruits in practices of restraint. After all, Lent comes from an Old English word meaning “spring season.” It ends on Easter, with the promise of resurrection, of new and abundant life. Ramadan is a celebratory month, with each day’s fast ending in an iftar, a communal meal. Many people who celebrate these sacred practices will tell you that what is gained is far more than was given up. A deeper relationship with God or the sacred, a better understanding of what’s most important in their lives, a new sense of spaciousness when they let go of something that is no longer serving them.

Ramadan and Lent are reminders that restraint, denial, and sacrifice do not always look like loss. They are reminders that sometimes in giving something up, we can gain something more beautiful, more lasting, more worthwhile, more holy. And I don’t know about you, but I need those reminders. Because they will help give me the courage to let go of things that are no longer serving me, to give up the things that are no longer serving my community or the planet, even when it’s hard and uncomfortable and inconvenient.

During this season of fasting, this season of embodied, communal, joyful, faithful restraint, may we, in the words of Walter Bruggemenn, find ways to depart from the greedy, anxious anti-neighborliness of our economy, departure from our exclusionary politics that fears the other, depart from self-indulgent consumerism that devours creation. And arrive in a new neighborhood.

May it be so. Amen.

© Rev. Danielle Garrett, 2026

Minister's Message: Love Notes for Valentine’s Day

Happy Valentine’s Day weekend, First Church Community!

This seems like a good time to remember that “love” is not a feeling reserved only for romantic partners or a saccharine sentiment used to sell Hallmark cards and candy hearts. Love can be a radical and active force in the world—holding us in our most despairing moments, calling us back to our sacred centers when we feel lost, and driving the work of justice and liberation.

Love, in fact, is the central tenant of our faith. It is at the heart of our theology and the origin of our historical heresies. The new articulation of our Unitarian Universalist shared values, place “love” at the center of six interconnected values that encircle it (justice, equity, pluralism, interdependence, generosity, and transformation). The language reads,  “Love is the power that holds us together and is at the center of our shared values. We are accountable to one another for doing the work of living our shared values through the spiritual discipline of Love.” In a reflection on love as our central tenant, Rev. Dr. Sheri Prud’homme reminds us that is not just our present commitment but our theological inheritance, writing, “The great Universalist heresy—the one that so threatened evangelical and Calvinist groups in New England in the late 18th and early 19th century that they vehemently opposed it, denying Universalist preachers access to their pulpits and to positions of public power—was that the nature of God is Love.” Our ancestors believed in a love so powerful it was deemed heretical. That’s not exactly the stuff of hallmark cards!

We can know this intellectually. We can memorize the language of our values and parrot them back in conversation. But it is a different matter altogether to know the radical power of love in our hearts and in our bodies—to practice it and live it and organize our life around it. Love as a theological concept always feels squishy and undefined until we witness it in practice. 

Nevertheless, there are a number of thinkers who have helped me understand more deeply what love looks like. I share a few of them with you this Valentine’s Day and invite you to choose one or two of these quotes to spend some time with. Perhaps journal about one that moves or perplexes you. Repeat one yourself on a walk as a form of moving meditation. Or choose one to discuss this weekend with a person you hold dear. And if you have favorites that aren’t included here, please share them with me!

  • “At the center of nonviolence stands the principle of love. When we rise to love on the agape level, we love men not because we like them, not because their attitudes and ways appeal to us, but we love them because God loves them. Here we rise to the position of loving the person who does the evil deed while hating the deed that the person does” - Martin Luther King Jr. 

  • If love is really the active practice — Buddhist, Christian, or Islamic mysticism — it requires the notion of being a lover, of being in love with the universe… To commit to love is fundamentally to commit to a life beyond dualism. That’s why love is so sacred in a culture of domination, because it simply begins to erode your dualisms: dualisms of black and white, male and female, right and wrong.”- belle hooks

  • "Justice is what love looks like in public" - Dr. Cornel West

  • “What else do we all want, each one of us, except to love and be loved, in our families, in our work, in all our relationships. God is Love. Love casts out fear. Even the most ardent revolutionist, seeking to change the world, to overturn the tables of the money changers, is trying to make a world where it is easier for people to love, to stand in that relationship to each other.” - Dorothy Day

  • “The beginning of this love is the will to let those we love be perfectly themselves, the resolution not to twist them to fit our own image.  If in loving them we do not love what they are, but only their potential likeness to ourselves, then we do not love them: we only love the reflection of ourselves we find in them.” - Thomas Merton

  • “Love is the motive, but justice is the instrument.”-Reinhold Niebuhr

  • “We’ve made it private, contained it in family, when its audacity is in its potential to cross tribal lines. We’ve fetishized it as romance, when its true measure is a quality of sustained, practical care. We’ve lived it as a feeling, when it is a way of being.” - Krista Tippett

  • “Is it strange to say love is a language / Few practice, but all, or near all speak?” - Tracy K. Smith

  • “When we were sitting in, it was love in action. When we went on the freedom ride, it was love in action. The march from Selma to Montgomery was love in action. We do it not simply because it’s the right thing to do, but it’s love in action. That we love our country, we love a democratic society, and so we have to move our feet.” - John Lewis

In faith and love,
Rev. Danielle