Sermons lie at the heart of our Sunday worship services. Sermons are posted here in reverse chronological order and include those created by Rev. Diane Rollert and others where indicated. Click on Read More to read the entire text, listen to audio and watch video of a sermon (when available) and to download.
Yvette Salinas, presented as part of the May 7th Race, Diversity and Inclusion: A Teach-in Sunday Worship Service
Verónica loved cinnamon. She loved making tea with cinnamon sticks on cold, gray days. She loved rolling pan de polvo cookies in cinnamon powder while they were still warm from the oven. She even loved mixing cinnamon sugar into her mother's cafe those mornings after the baby had cried all night long. There was something about its color, its flavor, that just made her happy...even a little bit connected to the home of her Ancestors, far south from where she lived now.
Verónica lived with her Mother, Mami; her father, Papi; and the baby. Far from any extended relatives, Veronica's little family took care of each other. Always.
One Saturday, Verónica noticed her mother looking sad. Really sad. “Tomorrow we will try going to a new church,” Mami announced suddenly.
“Why?” Veró and Papi asked. It had been years since they last attended any church.Read More
Introduction by Rev Diane Rollert, 7 May 2017
In moments like this, there’s always a story that catches fire and pushes people to act. This story begins with two people. One was a white man, the other was a woman of colour. (To be a person of colour is to be someone who is not of white, European descent.) Both the man and woman were serving as volunteers on the governing board of the Unitarian Universalist Association in the US, our siblings across the border. Both applied for a high profile paying job. The woman was told she had all the necessary qualifications, but she didn’t quite fit. The man got the job. Like the majority of people on the team he was joining, he was white, male and a minister.
Members of the UU community of colour in the US said, “Hey, wait a minute! Look at what’s been happening. You say that our principles call us to be a racially diverse and just movement. You ask people of colour to take on important volunteer positions. You take pictures of us in meetings for your publicity so that you can show the world how inclusive we are, but then you never hire us to hold leadership positions. You tell us that we don’t fit.” The situation got tense, and the current UUA president stepped down just three months away from the end of his final term. Three interim co-presidents, all ministers of colour, were named to take his place.Read More
Reflection by Rev. Meg Roberts, 30 April 2017
I remember it like yesterday: the first Unitarian service I ever attended. It was almost twenty-five years ago: that Victoria Day long weekend, the Canadian Unitarian Council annual meeting was held in Montreal (where I lived at that time). When I arrive, people are friendly---not saccharine-sweet friendly, but authentically friendly. During the service, I enjoy the ritual of lighting the chalice. Charles Eddis’ sermon is inspiring. It seems like a warm, spiritually-growing community. At the end of the service, the brass quintet breaks into a ragtime piece---and people spontaneously get up and start dancing! I think: these are my people. And they have been ever since. Little did I know that eleven years after that, I would be a minister in this spiritual movement. And on top of that, that I would be here serving this particular congregation as a sabbatical replacement minister for six months, while Ray Drennan (your then settled minister) was off on study leave.
I am so happy to join you as you celebrate your 175th anniversary as Canada’s oldest Unitarian congregation. It is fitting that this month’s theme is compassion. Because all those years ago, during my six months with you, I learned a lot about compassion.Read More
Reflection by Rev. Diane Rollert, 16 April 2017
The other day I ran into a neighbour as we were both walking our dogs. “You know,” she said, “I’ve been thinking about you and Jesus. I’ve been wondering what you were going to say this Easter Sunday.” She looked at me almost beseechingly and said, “I can’t read the news anymore!”
I tell her that I’ve been feeling the same way. Lately I’ve been wishing I could be Rip Van Winkle. I’d like to lie down in some soft grassy place up on the mountain, fall asleep and wake up twenty years from now. Just let the time pass and hope that the world is in a better state when I awake.
My neighbour says to me, “Who cares if Jesus ever lived. It’s the message that matters.” Then she puts into words what I’ve been struggling with lately. She says, “I don’t have hope. You can’t have hope now. All we have is our goodness, and goodness is strength.”Read More
April 9, 2017
Reflection from Samuel Dalpé
Samuel Dalpé is completing a doctorate in contemporary religious studies.
Une image d’une jeune fille en détresse est présentée à l’audience. Altruisme, volonté d’engagement et de porter secours sont alors fortement signifiée (bien que les résultats diffèrent selon la couleur de peau du sujet). Cette même jeune fille est présentée par la suite au côté de son frère. Le degré sollicitude chute alors, et l’envie d’aider diminue. Joignez à l’image le reste de la famille et l’impact de celle-ci est encore diminué. Présentez des chiffres de l’ordre de « 4 millions d’enfants mourront cette année de la faim » et l’empathie s’essouffle encore davantage. Pire, les conséquences de cette perception d’impuissance, de cet épuisement émotionnel, en viendraient à affecter notre motivation à considérer les engagements utiles près de nous. Depuis une dizaine d’années, les études en psychologie et en neurosciences nous le confirment inlassablement, nos intuitions morales sont souvent déroutées lorsqu’elles sont conduites par notre empathie.
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Reflection from Shaheen Ashraf
Shaheen Ashraf, is a member of the board of the Canadian
Council of Muslim Women and secretary of its Montreal chapter.
I thank our leader of this congregation, Rev. Diane Rollert, for giving me this opportunity to share with you the Muslim perspective of ‘Compassion’.
In Arabic the phrase Bismi-Allah Ar Rahman Ar Raheem translates to “In the name of God, TheCompassionate, The Merciful. It is repeated before starting any act (work, study, worship, even before starting to eat). This, in my humble opinion, leads us humans to recognize consciously, our Source that some call God, or Allah or Jehovah OR, OR, OR!
Reflections by Rev. Diane Rollert, Shoshanna Green and Normand Gosselin
My first wedding ceremony was supposed to be held on the beach, but rain changed our plans and we ended up inside the local yacht club. I was relieved. The surf was so loud that day, I had no idea how I’d be heard over the pounding waves. As planned, we got the cue that the bride was ready, so in I processed, followed by the groom and his groomsmen. Then we stood there, waiting at the makeshift altar. The bride’s music began, but no bride appeared. We smiled, the guests smiled back. The band played the wedding march to the end and started all over again. Still no bride. I stood there thinking, Ok, now what do I do? Just as I was about to step out of formation to find out what had happened to the bride, there she was. All was well, all was beautiful.
It’s been 15 years since that wedding, but what remains is the joy as the couple kissed and ran off before I could even say my closing words. They’d waited long enough and they were ready to plunge into their new life together. I laughed all the way home.Read More
Reflection by Rev. Diane Rollert, 5 March 2016
My father was a musician. In the 1960s, he designed a music program for the Chicago public school system. He took the soprano recorder — the woodwind flute-like instrument used in Baroque and Renaissance music — and he had it mass-produced in durable plastic. The sound was surprisingly clear and beautiful. He then wrote a teacher’s guide, the Olenick Method, using musical excerpts from Bach, Beethoven, Mozart and the like. He was on a crusade to expose children to real music.
Back in those days, most schools would introduce students to the flutophone as their first musical instrument. It was this screeching flute-like thing. We’d all learn how to play ear-splitting renditions of “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star”. It was awful. But Dad had us playing the William Tell Overture on the descant recorder, and it sounded like music. Mention the flutophone in my house and my father would shout out, “A total piece of crap!”Read More
Reflection by Peter Boullata, 19 February 2017
Reflection by Rev. Diane Rollert, 12 February 2017
Justice is a powerful, fundamental concept in our lives. But justice is also a wounded word. It’s a word that anyone can claim and distort to fit their own agenda. For the Europeans who arrived on this land hundreds of years ago, justice was claiming something that was not theirs. Consider the Hudson Bay Company selling 3.9 million square kilometers to the government of Canada in 1869. As Thomas King writes, “The problem was that the Hudson’s Bay Company didn’t own the land they sold to the Canadian government, any more that the French owned the land they sold to the Americans. They didn’t even control it. The purchases were no more than paper promises and wishful thinking.”
Yet here we are, nearly 175 years later, living in a world where everything is split up into property claims, where we make money by claiming and selling land. This land of justice is a land built on injustice.Read More
Reflection by Rev. Diane Rollert, 5 February 2017
Part I: Every week we say in our words of welcome that we are striving to be radically inclusive. But what does “radically inclusive” really mean? What are we really striving to do and how are we succeeding?
This is a question that our staff has been wrestling with lately. How do we live this out in our work? I asked our director of religious explorations, Katharine Childs, if she would write something for our newsletter. That led to a written conversation between Katharine and Yvette Salinas, our RE assistant. I’ve asked their permission to share some of their words. I’ve also invited them to lead a service on a Sunday when they can be the ones to talk, and I can be the one to listen.Read More
Introduction by Rev Diane Rollert, 29 January, 2017 (Audio Available)
I count myself as someone who was very blessed to have grown up singing songs of resistance. It was a gift that my parents gave me. I was pretty young when they took me to hear Pete Seeger sing for the first time. Even then, I remember tears coming to my eyes as we sang We Shall Overcome. Ever since, this has been a song that has always reassured me that I am not alone in my desire to see peace and justice prevail.
Right now is a pretty dark time. I keep promising myself that I will let go of my disappointment in recent political events in my homeland. I say to myself, you’re in Canada now. But honestly, it’s not just me. The entire church staff is feeling pretty unsettled, and only some of us are from the US. And then, with the new US immigration ban and the protests at airports across the US last night, I cannot begin to describe my horror and my sadness.Read More
Reflection by Rev. Carole Martignacco, 22, January, 2017
A rose is an apt symbol of love, with it's graceful unfolding. (place rose on pulpit)
You may know I hail from that country to the south. So to begin ~ yes, I accept all your expressions of concern and commiseration. But I have to tell you, it was so good to be here in Montreal for the Women's March yesterday. I was there with your minister Rev. Diane and her husband David, and we joined others from UCM to hear some fabulous speakers at the rally - Sue Montgomery among them, and the Raging Grannies. I was reminded of the Women's March in 2000 in Quebec - Genevieve Patterson and I sat together on the bus, sharing stories of our daughters going and returning.
Come sing a song with me, walk in rain with me - or ice or snow or hail. Come meet and plan, share a meal with me, explore ideas, tell stories, raise funds with me. Come march for rights, teach some kids, worship, study, learn, dance, cook and just BE with me. And I'll bring you hope - and you'll bring me the same. And I'll bring a song of love, a rose in the winter or any other time.Read More
Reflection by Rev. Diane Rollert, 15 February 2017
We’ve entered our 175th year as a congregation. How many events in our lives are counted into the hundreds? I love this sense of being strongly connected to history. Our lives are marked by annual events that are more than just our own celebrations. They are observances that have arisen out of the actions and experiences of people who lived and died long before us. They are the work of those who planted the seeds, who watered the roots, who made it possible for us to grow into us.
We are a people completely different from our ancestors, and yet somehow, their spirits are woven into our spirit. There is something wonderfully mysterious, like DNA, that gets passed from one generation to the next that has its origins in some fantastical place that we have yet to understand.
Reflection by Rev. Diane Rollert, 8 January 2017
After the US election, I was looking for something to read — some sort of distraction from my obsessive watching and reading of the daily news. I’ve always enjoyed the work of science fiction writer Robert Sawyer. After all, he’s a Canadian author who tends to promote a hopeful, positive view of the future of humanity. So I picked up his latest book, Quantum Night, just published this past year, thinking this would be exactly the escape I needed from reality.
If you know Robert Sawyer, you know he does a lot of scientific research and likes to grapple with big, existential questions. He’s not the most poetic writer, but what he lacks in style he makes up in imagination. In Quantum Night, he explores a creative relationship between psychology and quantum physics as he considers the existence of evil and the nature of consciousness.Read More
Reflection by Rev. Diane Rollert, 4 December 2016
“Roots hold me close, wings set me free.”
—from the hymn Spirit of Life by Carolyn McDade
It’s been quite a week. On Monday morning we went to the airport to welcome Omar, Salwa, and their seven children. What an amazing journey it has been for them and for us. They arrived saying, “We’re ready. Help us to get started in our new life.” And that’s what we’ve been doing:
Finding an apartment, painting and furnishing it, gathering winter clothes — and then suddenly rain gear at the last moment— we were so busy looking for snow boots, we didn’t even think about rain gear! Then there was shopping for the first groceries, putting together maps of the neighbourhood, waiting forever for the wifi installation that still hasn’t happened, setting up and going to appointments with the school board, going to Service Canada for Social Insurance Numbers, setting up appointments for health cards and medical exams, making arrangements for French immersion courses, trying to figure out college equivalencies, trying to figure out the financial benefits that Canada and Quebec offer, scheduling translators, and the list goes on.Read More
Reflection by Rev. Diane Rollert, 20 November 2016
Listen more often to things than to beings,
‘tis the ancestor’s breath when the fire’s voice is heard,
‘tis the ancestor’s breath in the voice of the waters…
Words adapted from a poem by Birago Diop
from the song “Breaths” by Ysaye Barnwell
Birago Diop was a poet and storyteller from Senegal. His poem, Souffles, or Breaths, draws from something beautiful that is found in many of the spiritual traditions of Africa: Things have power because they have been touched and experienced by the ancestors.Read More
Rev. Diane Rollert, 13 November 2016
I recently went through all the sermons that I’d written over the past ten years for Remembrance Day. Sometimes you look back and you realize that you’ve already said what needs to be said. You keep dreaming the same dreams of peace, but the world hasn’t changed.
They say that if we step back and just look at the statistics, we are living in the most peaceful time ever in recorded history. Yet why is it that the cries of war seem to only get louder, while the cries for peace are continually drowned out? Why are so many of us feeling on high alert, fearing the next violent conflagration? How can we close our eyes to the refugees fleeing war torn countries? How can we close our eyes to a humanitarian crisis that has become the rallying cry for bigotry and the rising spectre of fascism?Read More
Reflection by Josée Blanchet, 30 October 2016
A few years ago, an uncle of mine died of a terminal illness. This uncle had indicated, like a lot of us do, that he should not be kept on life support and that he did not want aggressive medical intervention. Yet, at the end of the illness, he ended up on a respirator, temporarily… so that he could be administered a treatment that had… a chance of working. While he was on this treatment, he became conscious for a moment, he could not speak but he gestured to his daughter that he wanted all the tubes off, pointing at them and shaking his head from left to right. His daughter explained that the tubes were temporary, just while they administered this treatment that had a good chance of working.Read More
Reflection by Rev. Diane Rollert, 23 October 2016
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
that saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost but now am found,
’twas blind but now I see.
La Grâce du Ciel est descendue
Me sauver de l’enfer.
J’étais perdue, je suis retrouvée,
Aveugle, et je vois clair.
Amazing Grace has to be about the most beloved hymn ever written. It is sung by church choirs and congregations, by opera singers, shape singers, country, folk and rock stars, and gospel choirs. It’s been recorded by famous vocalists many of us are sure to recognize: Aretha Franklin, Elvis Presley, Judy Collins, Joan Baez, Mahalia Jackson, Johnny Cash, Ani DiFranco, Marion Williams, Sam Cooke, the Canadian Tenors … and the list goes on forever.Read More