 Please join in a moment of centering silence so we can be fully present with each other this morning. And now let's get musically present by turning to the words for our in-gathering hymn which you'll find inside your order of service. We're free to say good morning everybody and welcome to a wonderful Sunday here at First Unitarian Society where independent thinkers gather in a safe, nurturing environment to explore issues of social, spiritual and ethical significance as we try to make a difference in this world. I'm Steve Goldberg, a proud, shy member of this congregation, and I'd like to extend a special welcome to any guests, visitors or newcomers. If this is your first time at First Unitarian Society, I think you'll find that this is a special place and we invite you to join us for our fellowship hour right after the service. Speaking of the service, this would be a great time, in fact I know of no better time than right now to silence those pesky electronic devices that you simply will not need for the next hour. And while you're taking care of that task, I'll remind you that if you're accompanied this morning by a youngster, and you think that young person might prefer to enjoy the service from a more private space, we offer a couple options for you. One is our child haven in the back corner of the auditorium, and then we have some comfortable seating right outside the doorway in the commons from which you and your youngster can see and hear the service. Now one of the reasons you can hear and see the service today is because it's brought to us by a great group of people whom we call volunteers. And just think, if you join that volunteer team, someday your name will be announced from this very microphone, the way I'm going to announce our volunteer team for today. The sound system is operated by Mark Schultz. Thank you, Mark. Anne Smiley is our lay minister. Thanks, Anne. Lynn Scobie greeted us upstairs as we arrived this morning. Sam Bates and Elizabeth Barrett are handling the chores of ushering today. The coffee and hospitality are hosted by Gene Hills and Alison Brooks. The flowers that you see behind me were generously donated by Mark and Kathleen Hoover in honor of their 54th anniversary. We just have a couple announcements, actually just one, before we get on with today's service. Some of you may have heard of Sharon Salzburg. She is a world-renowned meditation expert. And she is going to be here with the Madison Insight Meditation Group a week from today, Sunday, August 14, from 6 to 8 PM in this very room, over the auditorium. She is the author of Loving Kindness and Real Happiness. And you have a chance to enjoy the meditation session and a talk by this highly regarded individual. Anybody is welcome, again, 6 o'clock to 8 o'clock in the evening here next Sunday. With that, the announcements are over. And I know that concerns a lot of you that the announcements are over, but they are. And I invite you now to sit back or lean forward to enjoy today's service. I heard the 9 o'clock service and I know that this will touch your heart. Stir your spirit and trigger one or two new thoughts. We're glad you're here. We gather to bring to bear on our days what the poets have sung, what philosophers have taught, what biographers have recorded, and what the dreamers have directed. The thing is spread their lustre on a whole course of our lives and make those lives more radiant. And for this service, all creation is our vital. The tensions and the great movements of reform, the sacrifices for the truth and witness of freedom, all of these are our texts and chapters. And here we find oracles which elevate our souls with a divine power and make us know more about ourselves and of our duty and of our destiny. In this place and at this time, I want to hear again the highest aspirations of our souls. Anybody can rise in the body and spirit of the body but just. And if you'll join with me in reading the words of that nation created in today's program. We seek to explore life with our missionaries. We seek honesty and commoner with our true selves. We seek to sustain our lives and life itself. We seek the best limits of our religious emanations. Toward these paths, we gather members and seek, therefore, to worship each other. And now, on this time of August morning, I invite you to turn your name on the stage of the NO13. I'm the senator of Chief Citigal. Now, to the left there, you never went to school beyond the third grade. I think you went to school very often, just through the third grade. And yet, you were looking pretty smart, wasn't it? And he ended up joining the army and he went to Korea to fight the Korean War. And then when he came back, he went back to his little house on a tiny bridge leading to a reservation in the end of South Korea. And he had a really hard time making a living on a reservation. The land wasn't very good, he didn't have a lot of opportunities. And so the only thing that really he could count on to keep himself alive was a little pension that he got from the army. And that was almost $75 a month. Now, thanks for being able to find your reservation very, very poor. Nine out of ten people didn't have a job. So what we all had in Korea was 90% on the reservation. And Tony wasn't much better than all the rest of them. He lived in his little house and he didn't have a bathroom there. So he had to go to the crowd house, whatever he needed to go to the bathroom. And he didn't have a kitchen there. He just had a fireplace. So he had to take all of his food. He had to keep warm. He just wanted a little fireplace to put food on during the winter time. And yet, only a lot better came to be known as one of the great bottom leaders of the Republic of South Korea. Now that, when in early 1980s he began to think real seriously about the future of his tribal people and the fact that the United States government had really never returned to the Native peoples of the land that they originally had all of them to belong to them. So he never stepped all of his history. And he thought, I need to start writing some books to support the people. Kind of tell them that this is a wrong, it needs to be right. And, well, he didn't have any right to go to the festival, but in a junkyard, he found an old table timer. And so he started writing time-based letters to people of the United States government and even to people overseas who were part of the United Nations. And some of the people who started reading those letters thought this guy really knows what he's talking about. And he's got a real point. And all these people gave him plenty of chance to go from South Dakota to Geneva's return by the Atlantic Ocean to be part of this big conversation people had about the rights of Native American Indian indigenous people. People who lived on land of a long, long time ago, not just in the United States, but also in Africa and also in Asia. And so when Connors Christ went by, he went from his poor little house in South Dakota to Geneva, Switzerland, which was a very wealthy community, and they got to the airport and they were hungry, they had to pay anything on the plane, and so they went to one of Connors from the airport, and they each got double cheeseburgers. Double cheeseburgers cost them 30 Swiss francs, which was $10 a American person. And that was just about all the money the total black dollar just started to have. And then he went by and didn't have any place to stay. And Tony found out about a place that was called the Homeless People's Hotel, which was actually an abandoned building that was occupied by people who didn't have any money. Squires would just take it over. And they said, hey, Tony, come on in. Let's share this space with us. And so he stayed in this old abandoned building. Every day, he walked in place where these important meetings were being held. And Tony said, I am the one who represents the forgotten people of the world, the people who nobody else cares about. And so that's where he started. He began 26 years after, by his heart, to help not only his own tribe, but native and indigenous people all over the world. And Tony liked that there was a third-grade education that was one of the people that drafted the UN Declaration on the Rights of the Indigenous People. But it was not that people really loved about Tony Blackburn. Because here under the spectrum, there's lots of different people when they just came to me, or they got to see this old friend of mine. He had conversations with not only the important diplomats and people who were originally famous, but he'd chat on the security guards, and the janitors, and the senators. And he'd always be found between these, I don't know, always, just talking to people and trying to talk to people who didn't get to see the same language as he did. But some of them are spreading this to a lot of people in the community. Now, he's spreading this to everybody regardless of their position. He's going to benefit everybody in the plan, not just people. So during the time, as I say, that he was working, he was only getting 75 dollars a month to live off of the US government and his art profession. And sometimes people felt sorry for him because he didn't get to see the play. He told them he needed this, to do a good work. And he would often not just stay all the way to the other people, just wouldn't be tempted to get 75 dollars a month. Now, many of these are very small child, 20 was to actually give it a name, you know, a code language by his grandfather. And the name doesn't really matter. We'll talk about names. The people are only. That name is why he's so willing to give it to somebody. And I understand just how deeply 20, 25, but I'm not sure about other people. We have to kind of think about the cemetery, which is there, because it died about over a year or so. He actually created the cemetery and he created the cemetery himself. A little piece of land was on the property of Keogh. And he created the cemetery not for himself, but because he heard about an infant who had died on the baptize. And so the Christian cemetery, the primary women of the modern era was created the cemetery himself so that this little infant who had died would be buried. And then after he had buried himself, he died. And since then, the cemetery has been a safe gathering for all the people. So Tony Blackburn was a really good guy. He was very, very humble. He didn't talk to himself too much. He didn't brag, right? So this is a story I want to play for you. It's about someone who's kind of an opposite to someone like that. And I'll leave it aside for later. They may contain some, I don't know, interesting conclusions to seem to be the right kind of question for the next week. I'd like to start one more time. 10,000 years ago there ain't nothing in the world that I'm supposed to play and bring around the roses and I'll bet the guy who says they did so I say, when they look the garden up and he went and bring drunk with a horn and only I'm interested but I saw the apple that was he I said that I'm the guy who ate the corn I got sassy and I'll use his mighty hands and I show calmness to this happy eye and for heroes to look at I do all hereinates I'm just an airman carrying all the sand on his little lady's feet and with my bruises I say, he's floating as if it's from memory we used to she got married a lot with me and we were married and they'll walk super clean so I told the gentleman to find the seaters now in Tennessee I moved forward about 10,000 years ago and I'm married and I'm the best and as an office pecker she had visited a small post-accination to snoozing and po-boats in bowery flowerhouses and she chased down the notorious cook Typo and Mary through the streets of Bad Hav they remember to sit on Mary all the way in the hospital to keep her from jumping out of the entrance In the tennis of Hell's Kitchen, Baker wrote, she climbed stair after stair, knocked on door after door, met drunk after drunk, filthy mother after filthy mother, dying baby after dying baby. Most of her fellow health inspectors didn't bother to make it around the wall. They just forged the records and went on the rack. But Baker's curiously recognized her buildings, and in 1908 she was putting charge of the Health Department's new Bureau of Child Hygiene in the first of its kind in the country. And there she changed the way that we think about public health. Until then, the Health Department had sought to track down sick children, refer them to the physicians, the mostly funeral and never-based important antibiotics and live medicine. Baker decided for the new Bureau's commission what he said had been, not treatment, but prevention. In her first year of the Bureau of Child Hygiene, she sent the nurses to the most enemy wards on the east side. They were to visit every blue mother within a day of delivery, encouraging, exclusive breastfeeding, fresh air, regular bathing, and discouraging breastfork practices such as feeding babies here or allowing them to play in the guards. This invites the sheaves entirely conventional, but the results were unrelated to her care. That first summer, 12 of her fewer children died in that district compared to the previous summer. Elsewhere in the city, the mortality rate remained a lot more than that. In addition to home visiting programs and community dating products, she established the position of school nurse. She developed special capsules for delivering silver nitrate to the eyes of newborns to prevent blinds due to congenital diarrhea. She invented a window board for improving ventilation in the intended apartments. But safe known and hygiene aren't the only thing that young children need to survive. And so Baker was the first to prove scientifically that young children also need affection. They need love. At that time, usually out of the mind of child health experts, they believed that the deaths of newborns were due to their inborn sub-normality. And so in order to prevent these babies from growing up and passing along their sickly genes to the next generation, it was thought to let those babies die. So Baker decided to try an experiment. She boarded out the sick list newborns in the city hospitals in her school boards boarded them out to a core of guttural and talented mothers who were going to train their child care by visiting nurses. I'm sure enough the death rate of these most vulnerable babies was cut in half. Baker had no children of her own but she saw it clearly that even more than he needs one fat, more than fresh air or any diapers, a baby also needs, she said, the personal equation to give him a better reason for going out. By the time Baker retired from the New York City Health Department in 1923, she was famous for having saved the lives of over 90,000 interstate children. The public health measures she implemented, they saved the lives of millions more worldwide. And that kind of work is so little known today in 2016. It's because what so much of what she taught was self-evident. But Baker's methods, they probably saved more of Eric's children's lives than anything else that has done them the time. And now for our second and third citizens, our new district intern began last week, and when we win this through the end of the next May, from the deuterol canonical book Ecclesiasticus. Let us now praise the famous those who ruled kingdoms, men renowned for their power, women wise and eloquent in their instructions, those who were honored in their generations and were the glory of their times. And let us also praise those who have no great memorial, merciful men and women whose righteousness shall not be forgotten. Their bodies are buried in peace, and their glory shall not be blotted out. The people will repeat the wisdom of their ways and the community will show forth their praise. In 2002, a movie that was entitled by the director of this book, and it features the Captain Clyde as a highly regarded teacher of classics and exclusive boys of boarding school. And in the opening scene of that movie, Mr. Cunder, Clyde, he welcomes his new students and he asks the fellow boys to read and inscription on a stone chapel that is suspended above the entrance to the room. In the case of several cases, it looks like he ultimately reads the text, which goes this way. I am the children of Nama Te, king of Asan and Sousa, sovereign of the land of Ilan. By command of Ishushanath, my destroyer of Saffar took the steal from the Iran sin and brought it back to Ilan where I directed it as an authoring to my god. Having completed this reassignment, the student returns to his seat and Mr. Cunder queries the class. If any of you ever heard, you should look in the home take. No one had. And in fact, he was a short-lived, despotic procurer whose Ilan empire lasted a span 40 years before being overrun by the forces of the much better-known Namanese in 1220 B.C. It's likely Shukra Nama Te would still remain unpunished and unherald to a wider public had not the movie The Emperor's Love invoked his fate there. The classics teachers introduced the Shukra Nama Te to underscore a central point in the story into his lesson. As he puts it, conferring without contributing means nothing. And a man's character is his fate. A more recent author, Vitz Lombardi is famous for saying, if anything isn't everything, it's the only thing. An ethically advanced proposition, I'm sure. In this one perhaps, that the Shukra Nama Te would undoubtedly ascend. But I want to give that particular quote to Lombardi's well known for who to make the hit. Who to make the hit with a man named Henry Russell Sanders. And Sanders approached the U.C. L.A. Grimms before the end of the year 1950s. I'm Lombardi, how many people other than Grimms alumni remember Henry Russell Sanders today. Fame is a fickle thing. And as I say, I'm not very worthy of gold to strive for. And yet that is not the key to any less desire. The real trap on fame, the author David Davis in comments, is his curiosity ability. Fame and financial aren't these two great prizes. So many human beings have their sights upon it. They search for the diesel in our own society with its mega bucks a lot of ways that it's longing for so many of our citizens to fast in the spotlight. To be able to claim their very own 15 minutes from fame. I'm going to give you a tour of Willie Lomar. The washed up salesman in Arthur Reynolds play. The death of the salesman and not being performed in America's theater. At age 63, Willie Lomar spends an increasingly portion of his time living in a fantasy world. He's haunted by his past, regretful of lost opportunities struggling to maintain either a semblance of pride or he still brings with him somebody. He knows his business chance. With two wayward sons with little to show for 35 years of faithful but unneeded service he sents ever more equally into a state of despair. But he thinks at least I can be something to my loved ones. Something from my life insurance policy that is worth 20,000 dollars. He makes suicide. He assumes that his family will accept the sacrifice as heroic. But of course they don't. The play as well as we've seen in the cemetery is bleak. Only members of Willie's immediate family have attended the solemnities. Where were they? Where were the friends? The buyers? The associates? Linda, his wife, lives. She shakes her hand. Willie, Willie, what on earth? Willie Lomar has died not only anonymously, but economically. Victor perhaps is only inordinate desire to be someone an object of admiration, a maker of a devil. The psychologist philosopher, Paul Fleschman suggests that a person's mental, spiritual, and emotional doubt is contingent on a number of important factors. One of which he identifies as witness significance. At some level each of us needs other people around us who will gift us with their attention. Who will affirm our personhood. Who will express appreciation for who we are and what we have given to the world. This is a wide thing if not universally shared to you and me. And when that is happening that we will feel insignificant. That should be every human being's birthright as our own literary verses first principle refers. We are obliged to honor every verses in her word and dignity. But the desire for fame, that's something else again. Witness significance, that implies the reciprocity, attention, affirmation, appreciation. They are gifts and we give to one another by chance and for the purpose of strengthening our relational ties. Fame by the other man is an eco-driven need self-serve it and usually exclusive. Among fame's rewards, admiration, deference from others who are obliged to acknowledge our superiority. Fame by definition creates a gulf that requires those who have missed the boat. And yet the price of cognition to fame may not be worth the cost as the town would have to reduce the level of thickness it suggests in one word less than it had cost. I have a wife. Who are you? Are you a nobody too? How dreary could you be someone? How public, when a fraud sold one's fame, a life long journey, to an environment. So why replace such a treating on a fame? There's nothing to do with an inability to find this abstraction in the relational arena. If a person feels fulfilled in their role as a marriage partner, as a parent, as a colleague, as a caregiver, then fame may not be all that tempting. The story was perhaps the 20th century's best-known folks there and none of them were trained in cursals, and Pete Seeker accumulated numerous accolades and awards during his professional career. He experienced fame firsthand, but when Pete Seeker was asked rating life to identify his greatest accomplishment, he brushed off all the accruments of fame and said, a marriage tour of the seven years, having three grandchildren and six great-grandchildren, the best that has made the most of me. Pete Seeker gained fame as a physician not as a family man, and it is indeed rare to become famous by virtue of one's evil skills, the love and loyalties of one's eugenics and others. Jesus of Nazareth, he's perhaps the most revered of all in his life, and he could be said to have preached a gospel of witness significance, because he drew attention to the poor, to the differently able, to the originally unclear, to the ethnically inferior, saying they all deserve to be dignified as children of God. And Jesus attracted a small amount of water following because of the unusually compelling and urgent way in which that simple message. In spreading that gospel, Jesus probably was pretty much indifferent to personal fame. And many others have promoted similar conveying bounds, and they did not achieve emotionary status. That Jesus became famous is largely an accident of history and attributable to a man by the name of Paul of Parsons because he is the one that recast this simple teaching from Gallaudet as a cosmic savior. It's under this aspect that Jesus today is still a white man and an immigrant, but history is not an equal opportunity to die. Savior Joseph D. Mayer, you've already heard about her. She was a figure that did more to advance the process of public health than the same as the mother Teresa. And yet, her story is seriously essential, yet known to only a select few. It would be well if her contributions were more white and self-righteous because today, with fear of the Zephyrus and other virulent pathogens spreading, Savior's teachings are being largely ignored in certain quarters as the public health specialists in his funeral work recently. Pandemics are micro-offices. Public health measures are human defenses. Water purification, sanitation, vaccination, they are crucial to our living longer and better lives. But these measures of mass salvation are very sexy. While we know that prevention is better and considerably cheaper than cure, there is little financial reward and there is little glory in it. Atlantis prefers to build hospitals rather than to pay community help for us. Yes, people who crave fame are all too well aware of how it is acquired. And it is not through improving public health. It is not through maintaining a loving family. Increasingly, the very, very wealthy are paying big bucks, relatively speaking, to purchase making rights on public buildings like the New York Public Library, the New York State Theater, and such charitable donations there must do with philanthropy that they do with purchasing immortality. Today he says it seems that notable accommodations are not necessary. Just dollars, millions and millions of dollars for only a tiny fraction of their fortunes. Rich people can have public buildings made for them. So one count of one percent now seems intense on making sure we remember them long after they don't go on their back. Shades are sure to look behind them. At the same time, fame seems to have eluded any number of individuals of note who though unheralded have left an available stamp on our civilization. Today, today is the day after the first atomic bomb was detonated on the density clockway extended from Russia to Japan 61 years ago. Today, we are able to remember Robert Oppenheimer, the physicist credited with spearheading the development of that unthinkable weapon. Robert is also remembering for his expressions of great wrath over his complicity in producing an agent of such destructive power. We remember Robert Oppenheimer. But who remembers his younger brother, Frank Oppenheimer? Frank also worked on a magnetic project, albeit in a magnetic present. A tablet that was used in his own right, Frank specialized in the study of cosmic rays and at Los Alamos, he worked as a safety inspector studying the winds to see which way the fallout would drift from the testal assets. Well after the war, he had joined the physics faculty of the University of Minnesota. But then this information service that linked him to the Communist Party, which in fact he had joined during his regular school days at Caltech in the 1930s. Now he soon left the party, the Communist Party, of his illusion. But that accusation that was revealed ten years later was enough to cut short his university teaching and research career. And so he and his wife slumped off to the Colorado mountains where for the next ten years they raised livestock. On this experience, Frank had overrated, later wrote, I think that if you could beat up by your nation, where literally, and if you built an atomic bomb and seemed to be used by 200,000 civilians, and after a career of cosmic ray research, if after all that you find yourself in the course of a new era of the mountains of Colorado, well, it really is a pretty good way to find out what's important in life. That is the end of the story. Eventually Frank brought his teaching certificate and he landed a job at the Gosel Springs high school where he conducted classes in general science. Frank turned out to be an extremely talented, elevated teacher. He created all kinds of unique hands-on projects and experiments that were designed to bring his subjects to life. And he later gave the name Exploratorium to this growing library of experiments that he created. Now in the 1960s Frank and his wife left Colorado when they moved to San Francisco because he envisioned a new kind of science museum. A museum with as few rules as possible where children were free just to run around and say please, that if they hurt something or accident so much the purpose of the Exploratorium is to make it possible for people to understand the world around them. Now Frank raised most of the money for that project initially, in San Francisco Exploratorium. First of its time, it was a hit. Today we've poisoned 300 people and welcome to what we're having over visitors every year. Exploratoriums cannot be found throughout the world and out of the freedom directed in the New York Hall of Science calls it the most influential museum in the history of the world. A bit of cardboard perhaps. But you don't have to give us pause because considering Frank on and behind his living legacy, the hands-on society has bestowed its fame in many years on the wrong brother. Or as the Civil War Senator from Massachusetts, Charles Sumner, once put it, no true and permanent thing can be found except in labors which promote the happiness of human life. That's right. Welcome to this conclusion of any assets. Any assets confer on a shameful fate in the act of life. And out of fear, many of us are afraid that our grief passes through this life will soon go unremembered and unremembered. And some perhaps many of us do seek something that will carry our name forward. And it could be a publication. It could be a name on the side of the old. It could be an Olympic gold medal. It could be a footnote in a Guinness Book of Records. People sometimes have gained high risk of being a foolhardy activist for the same reason that it is. The enormous desire for fame has even motivated some lost desperate souls to commit painless crimes. So here we need to remember two things. First, the fame is like a morning mist on a summer day, that is, never lies. And if it does, the record of accomplishments are likely to be distorted beyond recognition of time. And often this amount of fame is only a name. A name directed at qualities or of the context of a name dropped into the void. So that being the case, fame probably should not rank as high in our list of priorities as we sometimes make it should. And my second concern is this. When our hopes and dreams are firmly fixed on the future, a person is likely to miss out on the transient yet still precious treasures that are available and in us getting the present. The willy moments in the world, they change against their own quotidian fate. And in the process, they discop the relational rewards that are right here in all our fingertips. In the end of that play, another salesman, Willys' estranged son, Biff, falls into his father's arms weaving. Willy looks at him and explains him amazingly. He loves me. He almost has his life under the cross. Willys has not been open and receptive enough to every person. So let's say that we are always awake enough to take notice. And in noticing to know that today we are keeping close. Now it's time for the beginning of the season of our offering. And Willys will go to the support of our wonderful institution with his music and his hopefully inspiring performance. Thank you, guys. I'd like to thank the college to long-lives all the members of the U.S. We're delighted to have supported the Grand Awardor, Hannah Eric, on July 15. Parents came up in the destiny of the Grand Awardor very well. We should know that they, Gloria, are spending a year in Minneapolis helping out with their grand children. That's relational faith. They are going to return to the vastness of the U.S. in their day in summer of 2017. And we would also know of Joy, the marriage of Andrew Avery Johnson, the son of Barney Greenwald, a member of the Christian Society that was married in some bar country yesterday. And our son was in attendance because they were buddies here in our church school many months ago. So congratulations to Andrew and your two mother. And then of course we want to welcome back would be Inter. Welcome back, it's Avery. Welcome back to our first spot. We're going to offer two weeks of solo or visiting Europe and Eastern Europe and we'll particularly our sister part of the church of Romania. And so they have just come back as past week and a couple of folks are here. So if you are on that trip, I'll just stand up and let's know what you are. And in addition to those joys that's mentioned, we don't have any unexpressed joys to be sorry for being honest and that we continue to hold on to certain values. Let us sit silently in the spirit and the spiritual. So by virtue of our great time today, we have burdens, we like and our joys today. Rise winning Swedish author Par Lagras one day you will be one of those who lived long ago. The earth will remember you just as it remembers the grass and the woods, the rotting leaves just as the soil remembers and just as the mountains remember the winds. Your piece shall be as unending as the sea. Please be seated for the poster.