That
belief is important, to each of us individually, and to our life as a
particular denomination, a particular household of faith. Its implications can
be far reaching.
It means that we trust one another to make our
own religious decisions: to believe what we feel called to believe; but even
more: to pledge to this church what we choose,
each of us, of our time and talent and resources; to place it where we decide in our hierarchy of needs and
commitments and responsibilities.
It means that in
educating our young, the important thing is not to raise good little Unitarian
Universalists, but to raise decent and ethical and questioning and reverent
young men and young women. Not to inculcate them with some sort of “UU dogma”,
but to stir up the spiritual and religious impulse within their own souls.
And it means
that we, each one of us, take our own religious journeys seriously, that every
day, amidst the clamor of our lives, that we do our utmost, and engage our
senses and our hearts and minds, to listen for “the pure, deep tones of the
spirit.” Then, it means that we follow where that call leads, to where the
Spirit intends for us to be.
This is the
spirit in which I wanted to introduce you this morning to Orestes Augustus
Brownson.
Brownson was, at
various times in his life, a Congregationalist, a Presbyterian, a Deist, an
atheist, a Universalist, a Unitarian, a Transcendentalist, an independent
Christian minister, and a Roman Catholic. He also held various positions within
each of these positions, as well. In addition to being a minister, he was also
a farm hand, a printer, a school teacher, a journalist, an essayist and critic,
a political organizer, a labor leader, and a nationally-read commentator on politics,
religion, society, and literature. (He would probably also have reviewed
movies, had there been movies back then.) He was an associate (though not
always friend) of the famous and influential of his day; he may have cost one
President re-election; and he consulted with Abraham Lincoln at the White House
during the height of the Civil War.
And today, he is
almost entirely forgotten.
Orestes Augustus Brownson and his twin sister,
Daphne Augusta Brownson, were born on
the Vermont frontier, in the village of Stockbridge (just east of Rutland
today) on September 16, 1803. His father, Sylvester Brownson and his wife
Relief Metcalf, had three older children, so when Sylvester died in just two
years later, Relief, just 28 years old, was left as a destitute widow with five
youngsters. Orestes lived with his mother and his birth family until he was
six, but was then sent to live with an older couple in nearby Royalton. (Interestingly,
their names were never recorded.) But we do know that this old couple were
stern, Yankee stock, nominal Congregationalists who did not attend church
because they disapproved of the “evangelical” preaching in their local congregation.
They taught their young charge, as
Brownson himself recorded later, "to be honest, to owe no one any thing
but good will, to be frugal and industrious, to speak the truth, never to tell
a lie under any circumstances, or to take what was not my own, even to the value
of a pin; to keep the Sabbath, and never to let the sun go down on my
wrath." They
also taught Orestes the rudiments of the Christian faith, like the Apostles’
Creed, the Lord’s Prayer, and the Twenty-third Psalm, and, most important of
all, they taught him to read, and
encouraged him to read the Bible on his own.
It was a lonely and austere childhood. There was no
public school in the area, and indeed, there very few children in that area of
Vermont at all. Being brought up with old people, solely among
adults, Orestes developed the manners and tastes of an old man while still a
boy. "[It was] a sad misfortune," he wrote later, "for children
form one another, and should always be suffered to be children as long as
possible.”
But there
was one great recompense: Reading. The house in which he grew up boasted only a
Bible and a few other volumes. But soon, young Orestes was walking miles a day,
scouring the area in search of other books that neighbors might have. In one
house, he would find the works of Homer. In another, Alexander Pope or John Dryden
or the philosopher John Locke. He read of the history of ancient Rome and the
America colonies; delighted in new volumes like Robinson Crusoe or The
Arabian Nights. As an old man, he
would write: "I
have had my joys and sorrows, but I have never known or imagined on earth
greater enjoyment than I had as a boy lying on the hearth in a miserable shanty
reading by the light of burning pineknots some book I had just borrowed. I felt
neither hunger or thirst, and no want of sleep; my book was my meat and drink,
home and raiment, friend and guardian, father and mother.”
But he
missed his mother and his siblings dearly, and was overjoyed when, finally, in
1817, when he was 14 years old, he was reunited with them, and the family moved
to Ballston, New York, near Saratoga, where Orestes was apprenticed to a
printer.
At the fashionable resort of Ballston Spa, he had
his first contact with the class stratification of American society, something
he had not experienced on the egalitarian frontier of Vermont. "Wealth,
more frequently the veriest shadow of wealth, no matter how got or how used, is
the real god, the omnipotent Jove, of modern idolatry," he wrote bitterly.
Gradually, there grew up in him ideas that American democracy was most threatened
by privileged "nonproducers" living off the labor of the working
class.
Religiously, he was growing more radical as well. At the urging of his aunt, one of the leaders of the small Universalist society in Ballston, Brownson read some basic Universalist literature, but was unimpressed. The Universalists, to him, were little more than heathen unbelievers in the disguise of religious clothing. If one was going to question the fundamentals of the Christian faith, he thought, why not give it up altogether? So he did—for a time. In a letter he wrote that he "was soon a Deist, and before I was seventeen an Atheist." But then, driven either by guilt or a deep spiritual hunger, he changed his mind, and when he was 19, made a desperate attempt to regain his faith by joining the Presbyterian church. But it didn’t work, and he left the church after nine months.
For the next few years, Brownson drifted about,
both physically and religiously. He attended no church, but moved to Michigan,
where he took a job as a school teacher. But when he came down with malaria,
caught in “wilds” of Michigan, he moved back east to New York State. There, in 1825,
he declared he was a Universalist, and began to prepare for the ministry. He
was ordained by the Vermont Universalist Convention, meeting at Hartland Four
Corners, in the spring of 1826.
He would spend about four years in the Universalist
ministry, serving a succession of small churches in New York state, near the
Vermont border, and later larger congregations in Ithaca and Auburn. He also
began to write for the Universalist periodical, The Gospel Advocate.
But these were troubled and tumultuous years for
the Universalist denomination, which was divided and contentious, both
theologically and organizationally. Brownson was never one to back away from an
argument, and soon found himself at the center of several, alienating most of
his fellow Universalist colleagues along the way. Brownson’s thinking just
seemed too “way out” to many of the Universalists of the day, as when he
defended a fellow minister, Abner Kneeland, who had been excommunicated from
the Universalist fold for his radical—even atheist-- ideas.
When he was fired from his editorial position at
the Gospel Advocate, Brownson joined
the staff of the Free Enquirer, an avowedly anti-religious newspaper.
This was the last straw for his Universalist cohorts, who were now convinced
that Brownson was, indeed, an "infidel," and possibly mentally
unbalanced as well. In September 1830, the Universalist General Convention
voted "that there is full proof that said Kneeland and Brownson have
renounced their faith in the Christian Religion, which renunciation is a dissolution
of fellowship with this body."
Booted out of Universalism, Brownson was tempted to
jettison organized religion entirely. But a “divine voice” within his soul, as
he described it, reaffirmed for him the existence of a paternal God. In 1831,
he joined the Unitarians, captured by their beliefs that "God is our
Father, that all men are brethren, and that we should cultivate mutual good
will."
Soon, Brownson had established a Unitarian
newspaper called the Philanthropist, and then accepted a call to the
Unitarian Church in Walpole, New Hampshire, from where he also contributed
articles to various Unitarian publications in Boston. In 1834, he was called to
the First Parish in Canton, Massachusetts, and from that pulpit he began to
advocate for fundamental social reform. In his 1834 Fourth of July address, for
instance, Brownson expressed concern that economic inequality in America was
growing, and noted that the nation was failing to live up to the principle of
equality embedded in the Declaration of Independence. Not everyone in Canton
appreciated his outspokenness.
In the summer of 1836, Brownson moved to Chelsea,
to become a minister-at-large for the poor and working classes of Boston. The Panic of 1837 inspired Brownson to sharpen
his criticisms of the economic status quo even further. His radical sermon
"Babylon is Falling” predicted the end of the commercial system of banks
and paper money, which he believed promoted "artificial inequality",
making the wealthy richer and impoverishing everyone else. The sermon gained
Brownson great notoriety around Boston; it also alienated most of the socially
conservative Unitarian hierarchy. But Brownson was energized by the
controversy, and in 1838 he launched the Boston Quarterly Review, which
he hoped would reach a larger audience.
Although affiliated with the Transcendentalist Club
of current and former Unitarian ministers like George Ripley, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Frederic Henry Hedge, and Theodore Parker, Brownson was growing impatient both with the extreme
conservatism of the established Unitarian leadership, and with the extreme
individualism of Emerson and his cohorts. He began to preach a “social
gospel”—a “new church” which would replace the morally hollow activities of
praying and psalm-singing with strenuous effort to create a genuine Christian
community in the world. He asserted that social reform was the true religion of
Jesus: "No man can enter the kingdom of God, who does not labor with all
zeal and diligence to establish the kingdom of God on the earth; who does not
labor to bring down the high, and bring up the low; to break the fetters of the
bound and set the captive free," he wrote. In his incendiary 1840 essay The Laboring Classes, he predicted
possible class warfare—"now commences the new struggle,” he declared, “between
the operative and his employer, between wealth and labor.” The Laboring Classes was
greeted by intense hostility, even within the Democratic Party of which
Brownson was part. When Democratic President Martin Van Buren lost New York
State (and thus, the election) to the Whig candidate William Henry Harrison by
a few thousand votes in 1840, many pointed to Brownson’s Laboring Classes as the cause of the defeat.
Bitterly disappointed and utterly exhausted by Van
Buren’s defeat, Brownson began a process of intense inner searching. In early
1843, Brownson, still nominally a Unitarian, he published an extraordinary
series of articles in the Christian World, a new Unitarian periodical.
After establishing a few key principles—that humans were sinful; that they
needed to be redeemed; and that God had surely provided a means of
redemption—Brownson began what would be called “his intellectual march toward
Rome.” In order to experience salvation,
Brownson asserted, what a a person needed was a Church that embodied Christ's "life", and that could
provide both guidance and grace. Shortly after the articles appeared, Brownson
was relieved of his position on the editorial staff of the Christian World.
So early in 1844, he decided to establish his own
newspaper, Brownson’s Quarterly Review. There,
he set out to answer (for himself, as much as for the world) the great
historical question: Which church is the true church? Finally, in July of 1844, he announced his
final conclusion: "either the church in communion with the See of Rome is
the one holy catholic apostolic church or the one holy apostolic church does
not exist."
By the end of the year, Orestes Brownson, along
with his wife and their eight children, converted to Catholicism. In his new
household of faith, true to form, he became an aggressive Catholic apologist, so
vehement in his anti-Protestant railing that even some bishops asked him to
tone it down, lest he alienate honest searchers. By the late 1850s, however, he
had adopted a more conciliatory tone, and his liberal Christianity would show
its head from time to time. He argued that the Catholic Church should
incorporate insights from modern science and democracy, and spoke out
forcefully for the right of the informed Christian conscience as the ultimate
judge in matters religious.
When Civil War came, Brownson supported the Union
and the emancipation of the slaves. He became a Republican and ran for
Congress, unsuccessfully, in 1862, but Abraham Lincoln saw him as a trusted
advisor and a bell weather of American political sentiment. He travelled to
Washington several times to consult with the President. Two of his four sons were
killed in the war.
He remained an active lecturer, a prolific writer,
and a devoted Catholic for the next
decade and a half. It was not always an easy fit. He never abandoned the spirit
of intellectual freedom that he had developed as a Universalist on the frontier
and a Boston Unitarian and confrere of Emerson and Parker. Of him, his friend Edgar Allen Poe, wrote: “[Brownson]
was an extraordinary man, who has
not altogether succeeded in convincing himself of those important truths which
he is so anxious to impress upon his readers.”
But he
was true to who he was, and he followed where the Spirit led. Such is a
religious legacy any of us might wish. When he died in 1876 at the age of 72,
his body was laid to rest in the Basilica of the Sacred Heart at the University
of Notre Dame.