New carpeting! New flooring in the kitchen and rest rooms! You will be amazed!
New carpeting! New flooring in the kitchen and rest rooms! You will be amazed!
That’s what participants in Sunday’s ornament-making, tree-decorating, and cookie-exchanging extravaganza reported. And the tree looks great! Come see it in Sandburg Hall.
It’s not quite like the good ole days but it’s way closer than YouTube-watching. Today was a great day with a “regular” worship service, a Coming of Age class meeting in Sandburg Hall, a lot of people sticking around for a bit of caroling, and then a trek down Charlotte Street to celebrate UU Asheville’s new BeLoved Street Pantry.
A link to register to attend the Sunday worship service starts showing up in the Monday Worship eNews and stays open until we get to 50. There is a wait list because we’d like to see how much “demand” we have. If you are a newcomer, sign up for our eNews announcements at the bottom of our home page.
We had a worship service. We had a remembrance ritual. We had soup! (Sold out, much to a late-comer’s chagrin–not naming any names.) We had Halloween costumes! We had treats! Could it have been any better? See you next time!
Last month on the 3rd Thursday, a small group gathered on campus to listen to poetry and drum with our ministers and drum circle leader, Nanette Muzzy-Manhart. It was fun to be in community and on campus after almost two years of mostly Zoom gatherings. Weather permitting we will gather on 3rd Thursdays in October and November, too. Our October drum circle leader will be Will Jernigan. Join us!
About 60 people in person and 40 screens on Zoom witnessed our outdoor (thank goodness for great weather!) worship service. A terrific Wisdom Story (Owen and Mzee), live music, real hymn-singing, and a lovely blessing ceremony were enjoyed by all!
Over 200 congregants had a splendid afternoon bidding farewell to Rev. Mark Ward, our lead minister who retired after 17 years of service to UUCA.
Here’s Mark’s remarks to you, as well as the prayer he wrote for us:
JULY 10 PRAYER
At the center of every gathered community
there is a common hope, a common joy
that is larger than any one person yet encompasses them all.
We experience it as warm heart that centers us,
a tough and tender presence
that directs us to our own seat of compassion
and challenges us to rise above our narrowness and fears,
that offers us a sense of the holy.
I speak to that warm heart today.
There is a welcome energy in our gathering again
after so much time away.
It is reassuring to see familiar faces
and exciting to see new ones,
reminding us that as with all life we are evolving and growing.
We stand at a pivot point in this community,
the turning over of leadership,
like the turning over of soil in a garden
that both disrupts and opens up new possibility.
Confessing my own sadness at separating myself from you
so you may best take advantage of this moment,
I still cheer you on as you take on the challenges
of building and sustaining a vibrant liberal faith
that holds before it the vision of beloved community.
May you find in this moment the courage and hope
to make of this community not a haven but a crucible
where you might strengthen your spirits and widen your compassion,
where you might deepen your understanding
and feel the spur to the call of justice-making.
It is my prayer that the deep joy within you
will join the great hope among you
and inspire you to live into this community of memory and hope,
such that you might bless the world.
Rev. Mark Ward, July 10, 2021
Caterers Servers & Cleanup
Wilma Oman Jo Angelina
Judith Kaufman Carol Buffum
Sherry Wothke Susan Andrew
Myrtle Staples Olivia Steinke
Candy Hickman Audrey Kipp
Ann McLellan Judy Mattox
Judy Galloway Ken Brame
We had a great time at our May Day celebration on an absolutely beautiful day. The Beltane ritual featured the arrival of the May Goddess and the Green Man with much “dancing” (seriously no skill required) and waving of scarves. It was a happy multigenerational event with food, music, fun and great weather. A puzzle swap also seemed to generate a lot of interest. Here’s a photo of our Beltane guests.
A sculpture for the Memorial Garden was designed and donated by UUCA member and metal artist Gail Hyde. Gail uses found metal and repurposes these items into art. The sculpture is called Perennial and was installed on April 27. Come by and check it out!
Thanks to Chief Organizer Marta Reese and her planning team of Margaret McAlister and Connie Silver, upwards of 100 UUCAers gathered in person to join in on a Flower Communion and generally just enjoy the whole in-person thing. Beautiful weather, Maria’s food truck, HOP ice cream, many flower-arrangers and slime-makers–it could not have been better!
Through the generous donations from UUCA members and others, a total of $5535 was donated for the Mel Hetland Scholarship in January and February. Mel Hetland was a member of UUCA and a local educator. When he died, UUCA members set up a scholarship in his name through the Asheville City Schools Foundation. We are the only funders of this scholarship.
The Community Plate team learned that Emily, who received our scholarship in 2020 and is continuing with her studies, had contacted the foundation for assistance in finding support for her sophomore year. Because we received such a large sum this year, the Community Plate Committee decided to award two scholarships of $2500 each this year, one to Emily and one to a person named by the Asheville City Schools Foundation. Thanks to the generosity of our congregation, we are so pleased to be helping two students in 2021.
– Several months ago, before the holidays, I put out a request to our congregation for artwork with the idea that this art would be transformed into thank you cards and sent to various care facilities and schools in the area. The images received were generous and wonderful to see. I wish to thank Susan Steffe, Tom Myers, Colleen Finegan, and Lucille Martin for their art work and Kelly Reidesel for her poem “It Must be a Ritual.” Check out a few of the images. And thanks UUCA, you rock!
Submitted by Venny Zachritz, Connections Coordinator
It Must Be A Ritual
(A Tribute to Covid-19 Nurses)
Kelly Riedesel, 16 Nov 2020
The worlds are two
The one profane, of subsistence, Where people live and die for reasons That divide them by their existence
The other of the sacred Touched by the sublime Living beyond reason Existing beyond time
A consecration ceremony happens by the eternal bedside of mankind Through an irrational sacrifice that must be a ritual
Creating Mediums among us
Else we would have victims holding our immortality Repeating what matters most so that we learn what matters
It must be a ritual
To die to everything
And be reborn everyday divine
Not expecting man to be able to touch both worlds Because of reason
It must be a ritual
To release the promises of reason From hearts everyday
Yet see division beyond time
It’s got to be a ritual Because I see no bedside Mediums Holding on to life.
As reported by game host Brett Johnson.
On Saturday, we celebrated Black History Month by competing in a Zoom-based trivia contest of topics ranging from Bayard Rustin to Fanny Lou Hamer, Little Rock Nine to Frederick Douglass, and Aretha Franklin to Lizzo. The Miles family took the win over their perennial nemesis…the Banks family. What a great way to learn. And what a joy to be together!
We definitely had a little help from our friends and we were stunned! You, the UUCA congregation, came through with warm and generous participation and support for the 2020 auction. After re-imagining the auction completely in April, the committee was pleased to be able to offer 134 items and activities in our online silent and live auctions. And you shone with your lively bidding! And your cash donations! And your talent and entertainment!
Our net income (after expenses) was nearly $26,500. And we had an exciting online live auction and gala, complete with musical and other entertainment, including from our youth.
Thanks to all who participated in this year’s auction, and to the Auction Committee who made it happen.
Auction Committee members: Tory Schmitz, Margaret McAlister, Ann McLellan, Deb Holden, Marta Reese, Fredda Mangel, Sally Witkamp, Ann Perry, Connie Silver, Judy Galloway, and Sherry Lundquist, with Linda Topp providing administrative and other valuable support.
December 6 saw a flurry of activity at UUCA as congregants picked up Guest at Your Table materials from the Unitarian Universalist Service Committee, dropped off winter gear for Beloved’s ministry to people experiencing homelessness, and picked up information to supply students and families of Sand Hill-Venable Elementary School with holiday gifts. Nice job, everyone! We came through with many gifts and copious gift cards that helped 86 students! We are better when working together!
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We had a great day at UUCA yesterday (9/13) as about 75 of us wandered over between 3 and 5 to share fabulous shaved ice creations (my personal favorite flavoring was Tiger Blood!). Many thanks to UUCA member Mike Closson for this much-appreciated auction donation and to the McLellans for in turn donating their auction win to our congregation! The weather was perfect, the ices were terrific, we actually visited in person with each other, all with proper social distancing and masks when required. Watch for another event in the next few weeks while the weather still begs for outdoor visiting!
This from lifelong UU Orion, barely 3 years old:
Here’s a little report from Linda Kooiker. Send yours to Linda Topp!
Several weeks back Rev. Mark posted a request from AHOPE about needing volunteers under 65. I reached out to AHOPE and have been volunteering off and on since then. As requested, here’s an article to share with other congregants about my life while in isolation. Note that there is a call for supplies at the end of the article.
“There, but for the grace of God, go I.” This statement popped into my head as I drove past the homeless shelter looking for a place to park my two-year-old Mercedes – a car that seems ridiculously inappropriate during the current state of affairs, and one that I’m quite sure will be added to the list of debt that will go unpaid in my new life as an unemployed American. As I walk to the back door of AHOPE, reporting for my volunteer shift on a sunny Saturday morning, I assure myself that this is surely the least of my worries – at least I have a roof over my head and heat in my house. My sensitivity to wanting to appear as though I fit in quickly, to feel like one of the regular workers or volunteers, wore off immediately as I was greeted with a warm hello from one of the clients enjoying coffee outside, bundled in as many blankets as she could hold. It was still early March, and the nights had been far too cold to be on the street. I handed her a muffin and she gave me a huge smile, asking if I used to be a basketball player, saying how lucky I am for being so tall. She makes me laugh.
I was assigned mailroom duty so that I could acclimate to the surroundings in the rather cramped space behind command central. Command central is where the staff is able to register clients into the system, deliver their mail, and provide them with necessities such as socks, underwear, shampoo, razors…you name it. Due to the tightened restrictions for social distancing brought about by COVID-19, only a few clients were allowed in the building at one time, making it difficult for them to take showers, make phone calls, see their case worker, or simply come in from out of the cold and warm up with a cup of hot coffee. This is now a very accelerated process and could create stress for the clients and the staff, but there’s no stress to be seen.
As I brought out the clients’ mail, I was able to observe the beehive of activity out front as staff handed out supplies, calling each client by name, checking in on their mental and physical health, and offering encouraging words and support to lighten their day. This was a system that, despite the looks of it being somewhat chaotic to my naïve eyes, was indeed very functional. And the gratitude that was shown…it was enormous. “Thank you for the socks, Pip…I’ve been wearing two pairs that have been soaking wet for a week,” said one of the clients. It made me want to do more besides look for mail.
On my next visit I knew that I didn’t want to work in the mailroom if there were opportunities that allowed me more interaction with the clients. My friend, Joe, the volunteer coordinator, gladly gave me tasks such as handing out food and coffee off the back porch, cleaning the public spaces every half hour with disinfectant wipes, and then washing the floors of the rooms for the women living at Room In the Inn, an AHOPE program shelter. As I mopped the floors between the mattresses that were shared in this makeshift room, my heart felt ripped open as I thought about the circumstances that led these women to take shelter here. Aside from a few items by their bed, their entire belongings were required to fit inside a 30-gallon tub that they only had access to when the shelter was open. As I mopped, with tears streaming down my face, “There, but for the grace of God, go I,” became my mantra.
You see, in December of last year I lost my job. After the shock wore off, I resigned myself to knowing that the next great position was around the corner. People switch jobs all the time, so I didn’t really have major concerns about not finding another one fairly quickly. I packed up my two dogs and my belongings, drove across the country, and moved into my Asheville home that had been a rental property for 12 years. It was a long-awaited dream for me to move here, as I knew in 2008 that this was where I was being called to live. The only catch was that, although this is a thriving and bustling city, it is not one with big-city jobs like I had before. I’ve always known Asheville was a B.Y.O.J. (bring your own job) town, and as much as I tried to do that, God had other plans.
Thinking I’d be gainfully employed by February at the latest, it’s now four months later, and the rest of the country is now sidled next to me in the unemployment line due to an unforeseen global pandemic. Wow! Now if that isn’t some crazy story of codependency, I don’t know what is! I mean, surely I could have handled this alone, and I looked forward to the metamorphosis that I knew would take place now that I was finally home, but did I really need to bring millions of Americans along to commiserate with me? Apparently so.
Now that I’m sheltering in place, I’ve had plenty of opportunity to think about this recent experience: about my emotions related to my own fragility, the real prospect of homelessness for millions of people around the world – and possibly myself — our crumbling society, and the disenfranchised who are often left to fend for themselves when the system let them down. I have unwavering faith that God does provide – not in a manifest-it-and-it will-come way, but in a way that is beyond human capacity to understand. I’m reminded that no one chooses losing their job, homelessness, or a virus to be the catalyst for change. It’s bigger than that. God invites us to see the gifts in all of our experiences large and small, and in the good and the bad. God taught me to see the irony of a girl who likes nice things but can’t pay the rent and who is volunteering at a homeless shelter – that there’s beauty in a smile between two strangers who are six feet apart, and that the very things that define us could be the hands of our undoing. That being sequestered in our homes means we have a home.
Amidst this crisis, there are a multitude of blessings. It is my belief that we must learn to be grateful for the gifts that don’t come in packages with a bow. We must be grateful for the difficult gifts, the challenge to figure it out one minute after the next, the opportunity to see just how much we’ve strayed from what is truly important. We’re learning so much about ourselves during this time of isolation, and we’re seeing our earth respond with a heartfelt “thank you.”
I’m so grateful there are places like AHOPE, Homeward Bound, UUCA and other congregations that are there for our human family in times of housing, shelter, spiritual, and physical needs that can overwhelm the strongest of us. And as I walk this path of uncertainty, I observe God’s bounty everywhere and say “there, through the grace of God, with a grateful and humble heart, go I.”
AHOPE still needs volunteers and is in observance of the strict 6-foot social distancing policy, however, you can also support them through a donation of socks, underwear, individually wrapped sandwiches, brownies, cookies, protein bars, or fruit, or any items that would help those who are sheltering-in-place in camps to remain there. If you can find it in your hearts to offer these items to our brothers and sisters in need, I promise to give you a giant hug when it’s safe once again. Thank you!
~Lise Anne Ellsworth (new Member since February)
The Men’s Breakfast and Discussion Group met this past Saturday as usual, in five separate homes! Eric Hoffman hosted the monthly gathering of the Men’s Group on the Zoom platform. The only thing missing was the smell of the potluck breakfast. However, the ever-present coffee addiction was on display. As usual, we had a thought-provoking discussion through Zoom. This group has been meeting for over 32 years in one form or another, and we can safely say that this was the first time we meet at five sites simultaneously!
We meet on the second Saturday of each month at 8:00 in 23 Edwin, our two volunteer hosts prepare a main breakfast entree and the other men provide potluck additions. We follow breakfast with a discussion on a range of topics selected by the hosts. We frequently find depth in discussions in a broad range of topics. This week we explored forgiveness. If you would like to participate contact Michael Beech, email@example.com for information.
Yes, indeed. On Tuesday, February 25, I so enjoyed Buddhist Meditation. The group is led by Jim Steffe and Karen Waters. Our biweekly meetings provide for a 30-minute meditation and a group dharma/discussion. But THIS week we did a ‘social’. We had food and beverages. We yapped.
One member told the well-known joke: Buddha tells the pizza person, “Please make me one with everything.” But then another member added: Yeah, but did you hear the rest? “So Buddha gives the pizza person a $20 bill and waits until he must ask ‘Where’s my change?’ The pizza person replies “All change comes from within.”
See? It’s not all serious. The group then had a idea-packed discussion of ways to provide some meetings utilizing different ways we might experience our practice.
Submitted by Susan Beachum
Great news! The results are in! Guest At Your Table was a success with over 30 contributors who also became Unitarian Universalist Service Committee members just by submitting any contribution. We raised over $2,000 to help people in the US and all over the world using UUSC’s grassroots partnerships to advance human rights. Many thanks to everyone, especially those who have been long-time UUSC members–and all of our new members, too!
Yes indeedy! The Auction Committee ROCKS! And so do you!
The Committee did a fabulous job of keeping expenses low (this fancy new venue at AB Tech actually cost less than our previous venue) and you did a great job of donating services and “things to do” that people wanted to buy. That terrific combination resulted in a record-shattering net income of about $36,000, $5,000 above last year’s record-breaker.
Extreme thanks go to chair Tory Schmitz, her inner circle of Ann McLellan, Margaret McAlister, Sally Witkamp, Jim Gamble, Judy Galloway, Deb Holden, and Judith Kaufman, special food experts Robin Loew and Karen Morris, and what seems like a cast of thousands that provided support in various ways from bartending to greeting, from soliciting business donations to contributing things we can sell, from buying balloons to setting up the room, from playing in the band to handling the A/V duties. (Seriously, I can’t name everyone, and I already apologize if I missed someone I shouldn’t have!)
And I’m not just saying that although it’s possible I have some bias. The cast was terrific, the script was funny, the story came out just the way you expect (it IS about the birth of Jesus after all) and the cookies were plentiful. What better way to spend a Christmas Eve afternoon?
Karen Dill tells us about November 9th’s workshop on leadership styles presented by UUCA’s Leadership Development Committee.