Transgender Day of Remembrance
A Lay-Led Worship with Cooper Garrett & Katherine Weinberg
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"The Transgender Day of Remembrance (TDoR), also known as the International Transgender Day of Remembrance, has been observed annually (from its inception) on November 20 as a day to memorialize those who have been murdered as a result of transphobia. It is a day to draw attention to the continued violence endured by transgender people." -Wikipedia
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UUCLV will be holding Virtual Worshipful Gatherings on Sundays until such a time that we can come together in-person again.
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Invocation & Opening Homily
Opening Hymn: Nobody Can Tell Me - Ilona Tipp
In Our Hearts
O Infinite Love, help me face this day.
My heart weeps with fear of violence, of invisibility, of hatred.
Open me to beauty and wholeness, to love and laughter.
I am enough. We are enough.
I live in the sacred in-between. I embody the connectivity and allness of the Infinite. May I remember that I am inherently sacred by my existence.
The earth is filled with magnificent diversity of which I am a small piece. May I remember I am a part of the spectacular beauty of a diverse world dependent on that diversity—my existence—for its survival.
When I feel lost, may I hold to the earth and to community.
When I feel invisible, may I have the strength to shout joyous gratitude from the rooftops for all who have seen me.
When violence is before me, I ask for grace through the next moment.
When I feel connected, may I share my love with those around me.
When I feel seen, my I see others in need.
When I am secure, may I rise up for the security of others.
O Infinite Love, I sit within you and shine you out to the world that we may know grace even when we do not live up to our most grounded values. We are life and we are lives worth living and my life is valuable as all lives are valuable.
O Infinite Love, thank you for the gift of the transcendent both, all, And, Infinite, liminal, glue, connectivity. May I rest in that transcendent space today and for all the days to come. Aho, amin, ashe.
Prayer by the Rev. Sunshine Jeremiah Wolfe
Pastoral Hymn: In These Hard Times by Linda Hirschhorn
Homily: Morgan’s Homily
Poetry: “For Trans Folx” by Author Unknown
See more about this song here: www.uua.org/worship/words/music/these-hard-times
“Love chases flourishing.
It is not idle before violence.
It stretches and expands in company of community, wisdom, knowledge, and experience.
The love of God affirms trans folx
protects trans folx
listens to trans folx
fights for trans folx
delights in trans folx.
May it be so,
among all who profess to know
and to practice Love.”
Poetry: The Moons is Trans* by Joshua Jennifer Espinoza (adapted)
The moon is trans.
From this moment forward, the moon is trans.
You don’t get to write about the moon anymore unless you respect that.
You don’t get to talk to the moon anymore unless you use her correct pronouns.
You don’t get to send men to the moon anymore unless their job is
to bow down before her and apologize for the sins of the earth.
She is waiting for you, pulling at you softly,
telling you to shut up already please.
Scientists theorize the moon was once a part of the earth
that broke off when another planet struck it.
Eve came from Adam’s rib.
Do you believe in the power of not listening
to the inside of your own head?
I believe in the power of you not listening
to the inside of your own head.
This is all upside down.
We should be talking about the ways that blood
is similar to the part of outer space between the earth and the moon
but we’re busy drawing it instead.
The moon is often described as dead, though she is very much alive.
The moon has not known the feeling of not wanting to be dead
for any extended period of time
in all of her existence, but
she is not delicate and she is not weak.
She is constantly moving away from you the only way she can.
She never turns her face from you because of what you might do.
She will outlive everything you know.
Poetry: “There will be Elegance in my Ending” by Alok Vaid-Menon
the days that i am most heart broken i wear the boldest colors.
at a fundamental level it’s about dignity.
you will not see me go down without a fight!
i might be sinking — but my fall will be stylized, choreographed, + well manicured.
there will be elegance in my ending.
a commitment to glamor is how i continue even when the future seems tenuous + brittle + naive.
maybe it is naive, but that evening i moisturized my face with tears + i put on my heels + i played pretend until i believed my own performance.
in a world that dispossesses me of so much, give me that!
and this is not about artifice. there is nothing more real than finding beauty in the places that have been abandoned by the patriarchal machinations which extract our genius + disregard us when done.
like a fruit rind.
but we decompose + come back. always. somehow.
when i am gutted at the end of the world, i put on my lipstick + remind myself: even trash is a renewable resource — teeming with life.
beautiful, grotesque, visceral, life.
Video: Queer Morning Blessings / birkot hashachar BY Dori Midnight & Randy Furash -Stewart
Hymn: Somewhere Over the Rainbow by Mairin O’Steen (She/Her)
Offering with Dr. Ray T. Mac: Dr. Ray Macfarlane has been has been organizing and advocating for the queer community for 17 years, and is currently serving as the Trans and Gender Diversity Program manager at the LGBTQIA Center. They are nonbinary/agender and use they/them pronouns.
Extinguishing the Chalice