All Our Fulness is an opportunity for the Unity congregation to get to know each other more deeply, "in all our fullness," by sharing thoughts and stories about cultural identity, difference, and aspirations for Beloved Community. Read stories below, and contribute a story or video here.
An AOF story about difference.
By Matt Brown I grew up in an all-white suburb of Boston, we vacationed in all-white places in all-white states. My exposure to people who did not look like me was nil. I think I was in tenth grade when my mother started as a volunteer driver for a program called METCO. I can't remember what the acronym is for and I probably never knew, but it was a program in the early 70s intended to give "inner city kids" access to the wealthier, better equipped suburban schools. This program was a precursor to bussing, which officially started a few years later, resulted in many a disaster, and is now remembered in infamy. As I mentioned, my mother was one of the volunteers who provided transportation for the program, and we had a VW bus. In the afternoons, after school let out, I would often accompany my mother on her route, returning kids to their homes. Because of our car we could take a small crowd; it was loud and fun, with lots of chatter, and I listened. I was introduced to people who didn't look like me living in neighborhoods I had not been to and knew nothing about. I sat up and took notice, I could feel a visceral reaction I had not anticipated, a jolt to my senses. I did not know anything of the struggles or challenges or daily stressors these kids and their families dealt with but in a naive way, I began to understand there was an alternative to the way my family lived, or maybe it was more that I had suddenly become acutely aware of my circumstances, my community, and my privilege. Matt, now happily retired, lives with his wife, Lia Rivamonte, in St Paul and has been a member of Unity Church for 25 years.
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By Angela Wilcox An AOF video about difference. I share identity traits with the majority of educators in the state of Minnesota. I, like so many of my fellow educators, am a white Gen X woman with a college degree who grew up in the Midwest. I serve students who come with identities and cultural experiences that are very different from my own, and this provides me with endless opportunities for learning with and from them!
An All Our Fullness story about encountering difference. By Rev. Oscar Sinclair Rev. Dr. Oscar Sinclair (he/him) is the senior minister of Unity Church-Unitarian in Saint Paul, Minnesota, where he has served since 2024.
An AOF story about encountering difference.
By Nick Raths In the late 80’s and early 90’s I was a busy studio guitarist. I played on many records and commercials and also on the records of many black artists. At Flyte Tyme I was always called in for the "sweetener." I guess it was for my clean playing and ability to create a part on the spot. The irony was, at that time I was also a Doctoral Candidate in Music at the U of M. I was studying counterpoint, orchestration, Schenkerian analysis, and honing my skills as a classical guitarist. But the calls kept coming. I was called in to Flyte Tyme Studios to do some "sweetening" on a Janet Jackson record. The song was in Ab (bad key for guitar) so I thought I’d better make a chart to save time and takes. So, Jimmy "Jam" Harris and I went through the song slowly, him slowly on the piano, me quickly writing a chart. When we were done, Jimmy looked at the chart and was very impressed at my scrawling. I was very impressed that he could write such a song and not know the names of any of the chords or anything about music theory! This encounter hastened me back to a time of my own innocent spontaneity. The more sessions I did, the more my playing spontaneously breathed. Surprisingly to me, Jimmy was a perfectionist. I’d say, “Was that a good one?” He’d say, “We’re getting close.” Then I’d play it perfectly and chime up, “That take was awesome!!” And he’d say, “Sorry Nick, I didn’t have it in record.” I couldn’t help but forgive him and know the next take was going to be the one. An All Our Fullness story about encountering difference. By Lisa Wersal Growing up in a farming community in Southwestern Minnesota 60+ years ago, the only people of color were a small number of migrant workers who came in the summer to do fieldwork. The migrant workers made an impression on me, as some worked across the road from us in the sugar beet fields of our neighbor. We were also out working in our soybean fields, removing tall weeds by hand. The migrant workers were exceedingly hard-working, putting in long days all summer. I first met African Americans when I was a junior in high school attending a camp near the Twin Cities for Student Rotarians. I marveled at the girls’ tight curls in their hair, because my hair was straight, and my mother preferred curls, so I dealt with all sorts of uncomfortable hair curlers in my youth. At that event, a Black man performed a song from South Pacific, “You’ve Got to be Carefully Taught.” The theme of the song is that prejudice is learned, not innate. My family were part of a “minority” of sorts ourselves, because we were Catholic in an otherwise very Protestant region. I remember being questioned (sometimes “grilled”) by other students as to our beliefs and practices, like, “Why do you pray to Mary and the saints?” and “Why do you have to go to Confession?” They would then lecture me as to why their beliefs and practices were “right,” and ours “wrong.” I couldn’t figure out why it mattered so much to them that our traditions differed from theirs. We Catholics were blamed for the fact that the public school served fish on Fridays, which no one liked, even though that particular rule had been lifted by then, so we were not required to abstain from meat on Fridays. Fish sticks were simply easy to prepare for the cafeteria workers. Lisa Wersal was attracted to Unity Church because of the emphasis on spiritual practice. She co-facilitates Lectio Divina and serves on the Spiritual Practice Packet Team.
An All Our Fullness story about encountering difference. By Shelley Butler "You say you love the poor? Name them." – Father Gustavo Gutiérrez I knew when I joined the working board of a non-profit several years ago that served a so-called third world country, that one of the pitfalls was developing a savior complex; “we” save “them.” Easy enough to avoid, I thought. Yet, as the writer on the board, I found it difficult to prepare fundraising letters and grant applications to persuade people and orgs to give money without some version of us/the haves vs them/the have-nots. And then I went to Haiti. To say I experienced difference is an understatement, as days went by when the only other American, white, or English-speaking person I encountered was my traveling partner. Children, who rarely saw white people, yelled, “Blanc, blanc,” and reached to feel my smooth hair. The difference in privilege was even more pronounced than race, language, and hair texture. As a guest, I ate the same food, slept in the same beds, and literally walked the same paths next to and often behind our Haitian hosts. The difference experiencing this difference was a change in me. Sure, I would still raise money, but not to save anyone, only to convince others to walk beside our Haitian friends, as one neighbor helps another. I understood Father Gustavo Gutiérrez really for the first time, “If there is no friendship with and no sharing of life of the poor, then there is no authentic commitment to liberation, because love exists only among equals.”
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