We Unitarian Universalists sometimes are hesitant to think of our selves as “a people of faith” because we’re not sure what “faith” means. What would it mean if we asked ourselves what it would mean not to have faith in something, but to live with fidelity?
Bio: The Rev. Dr. Matthew Johnson spent his teenage years at East Shore, where he learned from Leon, Barbara, and Peter what ministry might mean. He has served as the Senior Minister of the Unitarian Universalist Church, Rockford, IL since 2008. He’s the co-chair of the UUA’s Presidential Search Committee, the author of “Newborn Bards: A Theology of Preaching for Unitarian Universalists,” the parent of two inquisitive children, and a perpetual daydreamer.
Poem in Praise of My Husband, By Diane Di Prima
I suppose it hasn’t been easy living with me
with my piques, and ups and downs, my need for
leo pride and weeping in bed when you’re
and you, interrupting me in the middle of a
in the middle of our drive over the nebraska
into colorado, odetta singing, the whole world
the triumph of our revolution in the air
me about to get that down, and you
you saying something about the carburetor
but we cling to each other
as if each thought the other was the raft
and he adrift alone, as in this mud house
not big enough, the walls dusting down around us, a fine dust rain
counteracting the good, high air, and stuffing
we hang our pictures of the separate worlds:
new york college and san francisco posters
set out our japanese dishes, chinese knives
hammer small indian marriage cloths into
we stumble thru silence into each other’s gut
blundering thru from one wrong place to the
like kids who snuck out to play on a boat
and the boat slipped from its moorings, and
about which they know nothing, to find out