Happy Birthday

Ralph Waldo Emerson 

 
Sermon Delivered at All Souls Community Church

Grand Rapids, Michigan Sunday, May 18, 2003 
To commemorate the 200th anniversary of Emerson’s birth 
© The Reverend Doctor Brent A. Smith 

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Our age is retrospective. Why should we not also enjoy its original relation to the universe? Why should we not have a poetry and philosophy of insight and not of tradition ... why should we grope among the bones of the past, or put the living generation into masquerade out of its faded wardrobe? The sun shines today also. There is more flax and wool in the fields. Let us demand our own works and law and worship.

-Ralph Waldo Emerson  

 

 

Sermon 

 

  I am either one of the best persons to go to the movies with, or one of the worst! After the conclusion of a movie I often ask the initial theological question. I don’t ask the doctrinal question, or the dogmatic question, or the creedal question, which would be something along the order of, “How is this movie to be understood as an _expression of the risen Christ?” That question could be asked regarding many movies, but it is not the initial theological question in our tradition. I don’t ask the philosophical question, which would be along the lines of, “How and what does this movie depict as truth?” Paul Tillich defined theology as correlating an analysis of the existential situation with the revelations a tradition represents, so the initial theological question after viewing a movie could be, “Why did this movie maker make this movie at this time?” So, one would look at a movie like The Matrix, either the original or the new sequel, and ask what was the artist’s analysis of his times as depicted in the world the movie creates? 

 

  In the world of the movie, The Matrix, existence as we experience it is a virtual reality pumped into our brains by machines that control us. What we call daily existence is really a dream from which some, like the hero, have escaped, to the really real, in order to fight with the machines for survival. It is a metaphysical movie, suggesting what the structure of existence is, like the Hindu and Buddhist metaphysical understanding of maya, that what we call reality really is a dream, which we understand only when we penetrate its illusory nature. It’s a metaphysic not unfamiliar to certain traditions within Christianity, which see the everyday as the domain of deception from which we endeavor to escape to God’s kingdom, a world that is beyond and unlike the visual one! The Matrix is an analysis of the times we live in. Writes Baylor English professor Greg Garrett, in his book The Gospel Reloaded, "A really good myth does more than just create a symbolic world. It articulates the feelings that a culture already feels or believes." We live in a virtual reality from which many people seek to escape, as from a bad dream or at least a not very entertaining one! 

 

One can look at the life of particular individuals, like Ralph Waldo Emerson on the occasion of his 200th birthday, and ask similar questions. Looking at his life and writings, what was his analysis of the times in which he lived? He was the first to try and construct a distinctively American viewpoint, called by Time magazine, “The Bishop of Our Possibilities.” So he is our countryman. But because Emerson is to Unitarians what Luther is to Lutherans, and Calvin to Calvinists, he also represents revelations, concerning what it means to live, that remain a part of our common religious tradition. He is also our spiritual companion walking our path with us! 

 

“There is properly no history,” Emerson once wrote, “only biography.” His biography began as the son of a Unitarian minister in 1803. He grew up to become a Unitarian minister himself, serving one of the most distinguished Unitarian churches of the Boston of his day. His family home, the Manse, sits in Concord, Massachusetts, a stone’s throw from North Bridge; hence, appropriately enough, the hymn we just sang was written by him for the dedication of that bridge into the American public memory. Early in his tenure at his Boston church Emerson left the ministry over the dispensing of the Lord’s Supper, which was a function of the Unitarian ministry of his day and over which he could no longer in good conscience officiate. 

 

He quickly became in demand as a lecturer and an author, who in his works intentionally sought to create a distinctively American voice, rather than an echoing of the dominant European perspectives of his day. His essay, “Self-Reliance,” and his address at the Harvard Divinity School are classics in the articulation of what would become both Unitarian spirituality and a distinctively American religiosity, one that looks to the individual’s unique encounter with God as the basis of the spiritual life. His book of essays, Nature, from which the reading this morning came, offers the unique quality of the landscape of this country, its wild wilderness, as the chief medium for a glimpse into and experience of the divine. Daily existence is not something from which one should seek escape, but is the supreme _expression of the spiritual qualities of life. Therefore, it is the world itself into which we are to plunge! 

 

Every natural fact is a symbol of some spiritual fact. Every appearance in nature corresponds to some state of the mind, and that state of the mind can only be described by presenting that natural appearance as its picture…

Who looks upon a river in a meditative hour, and is not reminded of the flux of all things? Throw a stone into the stream, and the circles that propagate themselves are the beautiful type of all influence. Man is conscious of a universal soul within or behind his individual life, wherein, as in a firmament, the natures of Justice, Truth, Love, Freedom, arise and shine…

It is easily seen that there is nothing lucky or capricious in these analogies, but that they are constant, and pervade nature. These are not the dreams of a few poets, here and there, but man is an analogist, and studies relations in all objects.

-“Nature,” Ralph Waldo Emerson 

 

If one watched the Preakness horse race run yesterday on television, then one really had less an experience of horses and more an experience of seeing the television. But go out to the horse track and it is an experience of a totally different sort because it is a direct experience of the horse, of seeing these creatures with the eyes of the spirit. One begins to understand, more than one could ever by simply watching them on television, why it was that the ancient Greeks so venerated the horse. This creature combines symmetry, strength, and an unfathomable emotional depth that is analogous to our own being. But in the moment of the race the sensitivity, the neediness, the shyness, the coyness, even the gentleness of these creatures disappears in the wild, pounding drivenness of hoof on turf, hoof on turf, hoof on turf! Horses are living symbols of the mixture of sentiment and strength that is human being. We are made in their likeness, and they in ours. Nature has given us this living mirror on our own spiritual nature! 

 

The chief focus of Emerson’s life and writings was the spirit; that is, the presence of God, of sacredness and holiness, in a world of material objects and human moods and motivations. And the chief concern of his life was the barriers that exist and that we put up, that keep the individual from participating fully in the spiritual quality of the creation of which we are a part: 

 

We learn that the highest is present to the soul of man, that the dread universal essence, which is not wisdom, or love, or beauty, or power, but all in one, and each entirely, is that for which all things exist, and that by which they are; that spirit creates; that behind nature, throughout nature, spirit is present; one and not compound, it does not act upon us from without, that is, in space and time, but spiritually, or through ourselves: therefore, that spirit, that is, the Supreme Being, does not build up nature around us, but puts it forth through us, as the life of the tree puts forth new branches and leaves through the pores of the old. 

 

The aim of Emerson’s life was to witness as completely as he could to the spiritual nature of the individual. And part of the manner of that witness was to locate the barriers to seeing and living in that full nature. 

 

There are barriers to apprehending the spiritual quality of creation, as well as more effective mediators of it. Tradition is a barrier because there is a natural inclination in us to award wisdom to past generations and to the meanings given yesterday to rites and rituals. We tend to honor the past in ways that elevate it above present possibilities. We bury the spirit in a worship of the past. “We must be very suspicious of the deceptions of the element of time,” because human beings from our creation are tempted to anchor all truth there! It is, in part, the reason for his departure from ministry over the ritual of the Lord’s Supper. It had become primarily a rite of rote tradition and not of the immediate experience of the presence of the spirit. 

 

Our inner need for permanence is a barrier to apprehending the spirit because we so desire right wisdom and right thinking and living that we will even trap it in the silliness of consistent thinking over riding on the crest of our own immediate experience. “A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds…” Truth unfolds, it is not static or stale, and exists in the fluctuation of our life’s events and not in some the illusion of some permanent belief that we have somehow “caught.” 

 

And, finally, and probably the most dangerous of these barriers, we tend to give undue honor to the thoughts, beliefs, experiences, and conclusions of others over our own. The self’s unfolding in the midst of this world of the spirit atrophies because individuals seek to live vicariously through the thoughts and deeds of others. We say Christ died for our sins and, thus, we live and are redeemed vicariously through him. We live off of the credit of his life and deeds and message and death instead of our own. We shine spotlights on preachers and worship their words over our own original experiences. We read Scriptures we did not write and recite creeds we did not fashion, and worship their wisdom over our own. We live off of someone else’s credit instead of making our own living. “It behooves us,” Emerson wrote, “to be careful what we worship. For what we are worshipping we are becoming.” 

 

People ask me what the aim of worship is in the Free Church tradition we represent as Unitarians. It is most decidedly not to give you a spiritual experience! In our tradition the church or the preacher or the liturgy cannot give that to you. As Unitarians worship is a practice. Like a lawyer practices law or a doctor practices medicine, we gather in worship in order to practice. In the hour of worship we practice removing barriers such that each one of us can discern the spiritual quality in life for every other hour of the week. The purpose of worship, in the words of Emerson, is to learn how “to encounter divinity firsthand,” in order that every other hour of the week might be opened up to us! 

 

The happiest man is he who learns from nature the lesson of worship. 

 

Of that ineffable essence which we call Spirit, he that thinks most, will say least. We can foresee God in the coarse, and, as it were, distant phenomena of matter; but when we try to define and describe himself, both language and thought desert us, and we are as helpless as fools and savages. That essence refuses to be recorded in propositions, but when man has worshipped him intellectually, the noblest ministry of nature is to stand as the apparition of God. It is the organ through which the universal spirit speaks to the individual, and strives to lead back the individual to it. 

 

We have a birdfeeder on our deck, which you can see from the chair in our den. Wrens came first to feed, then an occasional yellow finch, and, with changing the birdseed, now a mother and father cardinal. But the other day, an unbelievable, unforeseen surprise, a soothing, visual grace: a striking true blue bird. A gift, not deserved, nor able to be repaid, not a gift for me or for any one individual to covet; just to be recognized, honored, respected, dignified, a blessing like a sunset over the lake, like a friend,, like a baby, like a beloved, a spiritual substance that takes form and in which we can delight. A true blue bird! Not a doctrine, nor a creed, nor a theological proclamation or a scientific certainty, but only and completely a true blue bird, a gift, that is a direct apprehension of and free encounter with the spirit. As real as any tragedy endured or sin committed or omitted. A true blue gift of grace. A spiritual message in the form and color of Nature: the aim of life is to encounter and abide in the spirit. But the chief barrier to this life is our inclination not to imagine the spirit to dwell in all the places where it truly does.  

 

Barriers to discerning the spiritual quality of our lives know no denominational distinction, nor faith tradition, nor historical time or culture. The Unitarian, the Catholic, the Independent, the Baptist, or the Calvinist, yesterday or today, are all susceptible to upholding tradition over original encounter, to valuing permanence over new insight, to living vicariously through others by elevating figures of the past as a substitute for our own thoughts and experiences. Just like the newly formed America was doing with old Europe in Emerson’s day! There is a risk and a courage in walking with others along this path of faith! 

 

So, happy Birthday, Ralph Waldo Emerson, who once at the podium threw the text of last night’s lecture aside declaring, “I no longer believe these things,” and who valued original insight and an individual’s immediate experience over dusty, outdated pronouncements of the past. Happy Birthday to the man who, to his friends was known as Waldo, who suffered the tragedy of his young son’s death but through that grief-stricken time never wavered from the path of engaging the spirit. Happy Birthday, Ralph Waldo Emerson, truly the “Bishop of our Possibilities,” who pursued God not in ritual, creed, or doctrine, but as directly and as immediately as possible, the Kingdom of God here and now, in order to see and experience the spirit infused in all things. Happy Birthday! 

 

To finish the moment, to find the journey's end in every step of the road, to live the greatest number of good hours, is wisdom. It is not the part of men, but of fanatics, or of mathematicians, if you will, to say, that, the shortness of life considered, it is not worth caring whether for so short a duration we were sprawling in want, or sitting high. Since our office is with moments, let us husband them. Five minutes of today are worth as much to me, as five minutes in the next millennium. Let us be poised, and wise, and our own, today. Let us treat the men and women well: treat them as if they were real: perhaps they are.

AMEN