There once was a “Uni” named “Wendy,”
Whose horn glitzed in gold was so trendy.
She searched for her herd,
Where diversity is spurred—
Found the Fellowship varied aplenty!
Author & UUFP member Julian Padowicz marries his passion for writing with his zeal for sharing the UUFP story of embracing diversity.
As Wendy experiences inclusivity through her relationship with the UUFP, she hopes both adults and children will tell her story to share who we are and what we do as Unitarian Universalists and to offer a warm welcome to our Fellowship.
"In the Beginning..."
"No way that's a horse," said the Central Park carriage driver in New York, as he cracked his whip in the air to get his own horse to step out into the street. The carriage driver in New York's Central Park was absolutely positive. "There is no horse that has a horn, like that, sticking out of its forehead," he said.
In Vermont, the goatherd said, "She's no goat. Goats have two horns, not just one, and they're on top of their heads, not in the middle of their forehead."
The Chicago zookeeper said, "She's certainly no rhinoceros. They have their horns on their nose."
But it was what the librarian in Dallas said that was the most hurtful. "The dictionary says that a unicorn is a mythical horse-like creature with a horn in the middle of its forehead. Unicorns do not exist, except in stories."
But there was Wendy, a small white horse with a golden horn growing out of the middle of her forehead. And, hearing the librarian say that she did not exist was very, very unsettling.
If she raised her eyes to look up just as high as she could, Wendy could actually see the last inch and a half of her horn. When she turned her head to look around, she could see the rest of her horse-like body, following along behind, and when she looked down she could see her four horse-like hooves. Oh, she must certainly exist....except that she hadn't ever seen any other unicorn anywhere.
She had looked in New York's Times Square on New Year's Eve, because they said you could find everybody and anybody there, at that time. There had been a lot of people, a lot of singing, and a lot of hugging and kissing, but there had been no other unicorns.
And she had looked in Hollywood, California, at the other end of the country, because she had heard that it was a magical place, but with no more luck than before. And she had even looked in Alaska where she had heard say that some amazing animals could be found. But nowhere had she laid eyes on any other unicorn.
"Maybe they're right," Wendy finally said. "Maybe I, really, don't exist. Maybe I am just a figment of somebody's imagination."
And then, one day, after a terrific wind storm during the night, in the town where Wendy lived, she passed a church that she had walked by many times before, with a sign that she had never bothered to look up at. Except that something must have smashed into that sign during the night breaking it, so that, now, its uneven shape attracted her attention. And what was written on the part of the sign that wasn't broken, were the letters U, n, and i, with the rest of the word missing. Then the same three letters repeated below, and the rest of the word was, again, missing.
"Uni....Uni.....," Wendy read to herself. "Uni...Uni.... " Could this, maybe, be a church for unicorns? Unicorns United? Unicorn University? If it was, this could be the find of her life.
She looked around, but there wasn't a soul in sight. Of course not, this was a Thursday, and most people around here went to church on Sundays. And now, Wendy could hardly contain herself with excitement, waiting for Sunday to come around again.
When Sunday did come, Wendy walked down to that church with the sign that might, originally have even said, "Unicorn Universe."
As she got close, Wendy could see people going into the church, but no unicorns. As she got even closer and wondered how she might open the door to go inside, since she didn't have any hands, a woman came out of the building and held the door open for her. "Good morning and welcome to UUFP," the woman said.
"I'm sorry, but what did you just say?" Wendy said.
"Welcome to UUFP," the greeter person repeated. "The Unitarian Universalist Fellowship of the Peninsula."
"Unitarian Universalist," Wendy repeated. "Then you don't really have any unicorns, do you?"
"That depends," the greeter person said.
"Depends? What does it depend on?"
"Well, if you decide that you like it here and join us, then we will have one unicorn."
"If I like it here and stay, you'll have one unicorn? Does that mean you do accept unicorns? That a unicorn can actually be a member of your church?"
"We have people in our church, who were born Catholic, Protestant, Jewish, Muslim. We have atheists, agnostics, pagans. Every week we say, 'All those of good will are welcome here.' I don’t see why that wouldn’t include unicorns."
"But the dictionary says that unicorns are mythical beings. That they don't exist, except in stories."
"Well, this is a story, isn't it?"
"Yes, you're right, it is, isn't it?..... Oh, I think I'm going to like it here!"