"Why Mystical Humanism?"
by Rev. Kimi Riegel
April 21, 2002

When I am asked what is your theological perspective, I answer mystical humanist. “Why Mystical Humanist?” is the typical response. The short answer is that while I believe we humans have the power to act within history and are the only real power we can count on I am awed by the mystery of life. That satisfies very few people. Thus this morning's sermon was born.

The terms mystical and humanist in many ways stand in opposition to each other. Humanism is a philosophy that rejects supernaturalism and stresses an individual's worth and capacity for self-realization through reason, which is a philosophy I value. Mystical, on the other hand, is defined as having access to reality in a way that is neither apparent to the senses nor obvious to the intelligence. So it seems to be in direct conflict with the humanistic philosophy, but then I have always been a both/and person. In my mind mysticism and humanism form a paradox that holds all it means to be religious. For me there are two aspects to the religious life: the personal, mystical aspect in which the Mystery of life stands before us at all times, seeking to be sought, and the communal, which concerns itself with human relations. When speaking of the personal aspect of my religious life, ineffable, amorphous, metaphorical, language may be used to try and discuss experiences. But when speaking of the communal aspects of religious life, only the language of Humanism makes sense to me.

It seems to me that humanity has gotten into a great deal of trouble not being reasonable and stressing the supernatural. There are certainly times when sitting around waiting for communion with “the holy other” is only going to get one into more trouble. I believe no mystical union has helped the victims of the wars in the Middle East . Buddhist monks praying in isolated caves in Tibet don’t seem to be bringing justice or peace for the Tibetan people either.

But then this little voice in the back of my head says Yeah but, the big "Yeah but!!" Yeah but what about the people who are strengthened by these collective acts of grace? Yeah but what about the "truth" that is offered by these mystical traditions? Yeah but what about the times in my own life when the mystical writings have spoken to me, have broadened my view of reality, and have given me more hope?

Our rational mind is just part of what we need to appreciate life. We also need the mystical. Reality is a mix of reason and imagination and fact and mystery. In a paradox you can't have one without the other. We would not have many of the scientific discoveries we have today if people weren’t able to imagine beyond the senses. We, humanists included, need mystery to motivate us to new ideas and keep us creatively moving on. But we need reason to keep us in touch with the physical world, the world of our senses. Mystery reminds us that there are some things we will never understand. Mystery keeps us humble. But without some empirical grounding the day-to-day job of keeping our lives together would be difficult. In the face of great personal mystery most of us create facts using our imagination and test them out with our reason. We need the mystical and the humanistic to be balanced people.

Some of my fascination with mystical traditions maybe an inability to get my rational mind around the idea that all there is to the world is that which I can rationally understand. Some of it may be the need to hold on to transcendence and wonder. At least with the mystical traditions I am in good company with my love of mystery, nature and senses beyond the basic five.

Whatever the pathology of my fascination for mystical traditions, when I read from these texts I find new and different ways to appreciate the world. I acquire hope, comfort, challenges to work harder and a peaceful understanding that I don't get from physics journals. Some of it maybe the images that the mystical writers use are more accessible to me, than the multi-syllabic language of the sciences. There are certainly great sources of truth, such as Deep Ecology, that span both the mystical and scientific tradition. And those writings in fact are a great inspiration to me, but that's another sermon.

And really no matter why, mystical writings provide four things for me: First they provide me with creative ways to view the world. Second these creative ways often challenge me to live a bit closer to my values and be more intentional in my actions. Third they are a source of comfort when I am stressed. Fourth and perhaps most importantly they have truth in them. This allows me to hold on to them and to quiet my rational mind. For me these four are tied tightly together; the creative nature of a mystical passage gives me comfort and the grains of truth quite the critic in my rational mind.

This morning's reading is a classic example of these gifts. It is a story of light and the gathering of light. The image of the good things in life being light and the bad being dark is problematic for me as is the whole notion that there is a God. But that's my rational mind getting in the way. When I tell it to go relax and just enjoy the images of a world with scattered pieces of good everywhere it is a peace-inducing story. The story is a beautiful one of hope and creativity. It doesn't say that the world is perfect or that anyone one is really in control. We are all in this together, both the divine and the little person like me. We are all struggling to gather the pieces of light. The job of healing is something we must all engage in. It is a story that reminds me that its up to me to work to improve the world, but even my little piece is important. It challenges me to find the piece of light that is mine to locate today. It challenges me to be watchful for my part to play in the gathering of light. There is truth in this story for me. I can find evidence that in fact it takes everyone to get somewhere. It is a fact that the rewards are not going to come all at once, but instead in pieces.

Sure this story came from 16th century Jewish thought when there was a need to explain the expulsion of the Jews from Spain . It came at a time when there was intense torment of the Jews and much of the self appointed messiahs and apocalyptic movements of the early centuries had resulted in no improvements for the Jews. But more importantly to me it came from a time of great human suffering and is a story that has survived. For some I am sure the story is just a nice tale, some of you I suspect find such stories only a way of sugar coating a harsh world, but for me they feed my hope and creatively challenge me to work harder.

I think once we understand that an experience of the Mystery of Life is as important an element in the religious life as is rational knowledge, the next step is to "plunge” into the Mystery of Life. This is the most difficult step for Humanists, because plunging into the Mystery of Life is often seen as an irrational act. It is to participate in the world in untested ways, whether it is exploring a new religious practice such as meditation, forms of worship that make us uncomfortable – such as dance - or perhaps communing with nature or reading mystical texts. And thus we must understand that what we find depends a good deal on the type of spectacles through which we view life. Ramakrishna, a Hindu mystic, teaches a simple lesson. He says that if you look at a white light through a red medium, you will see a red light; through a green medium, you will see a green light. Likewise, if you look at the Mystery of Life through Xian eyes, you will see that Mystery manifested as Jesus. If you look at it through Buddhist eyes you will see Ultimate Reality. If you look at it through Humanist eyes, you will see it differently yet again.

The Jewish mystical traditions, of which Hasidic and Kabbalistic teaching are two streams, are particularly attractive to me because they connect humanity to the divine. Through their lens "God is structure and form of the world, holding the world together and being present in the world at the same time".

 My favorite Kabbalist was Abraham Abulafia. Other than the fact that his name is fun to say he had some interesting ideas. He felt that the way to mystical union was through reciting the various permutations of the name of God. The letters were to be recited in a strict format to obtain union with God. His goal was not the emptying of the mind but the filling of the mind with God. This, he wrote, would begin the process of untying the knots that kept us separate from God. To him most of the Universe was God, a god that was constantly around us. It was just a matter of relaxing the knots or removing the protective sheath and we would become one with that which comprises everything. This was a returning to the whole that transforms divinity and the mystic.

This metaphor for the mysterious forces in life makes sense to me. If there is a life force that sustains us it is most logically all around us. It makes sense to me that when there is contact between the human and this "Mystery of Life” each is changed. It makes some sense that this “other” is always present. Of course my rational mind clicks in and says how ridiculous this all is and certainly there is nothing that flows through us and sustains us spiritually like fish in water.

But then I read an article on Dark Matter in the Smithsonian magazine. Apparently science, in its rational and infinite objectivity, has discovered an invisible substance that makes up most of the universe. Without such a substance, there simply isn't enough matter in the universe to account for the gravitational pull that exists. It is an unseen substance that apparently flows through us. It is present around us all the time. The scientists are calling it dark matter. Now some are trying to discover whether this substance is an entirely new substance or more of the same stuff as we. So maybe Abulafia was right, maybe this stuff is God. I know this seems, far fetched and now I'm really stretching the point. But the only way I have ever been able to define the Wholly Unknown is, as something that is invisible, every present, that holds us up yet has no direct effect on every day life. My mind says that nothing like this could exist and then along comes the Smithsonian. It is a Mystery.

My rational mind doesn't like mystical writings, but I am not only a rational mind. Mystical writings can bring challenges, comfort, and truth and they are important as we try to connect imagination to reason and mystery to fact. So for now I will hang onto my humanism, which doesn’t believe in the supernatural, and my mysticism, that insists we are all connected through a life giving force. Calling myself a mystical humanist may be just hedging my bets, but the paradox keeps me going.