If we want a better Unitarian church, we should look into the future and see filk for what it is.
If we want a church that is friendly to the chemically sensitive (please no stinky cologne or perfume on Sunday!) and allergy prone, we should look to filk.
If we want a church that openly welcomes transpeople and polypeople and disabled folks and people who aren’t neurotypical and gay people and people who shred the gender binary with incy mincy knives, we should look to filk.
If we want a church that invites the wee-est in the room to help in worship, we should look to filk.
If we want a church that gets that sometimes people just need to go eat, or lie down, or look after their animal bodies, so that rationality can return to the discussion, we should look to filk.
If we want a church that is radically egalitarian and is always looking to dissolve barriers under a barrage of good planning and lots of hugs, we should look to filk.
If we want a church where music is, first last and always, the vine that holds it all together, and where learning and love and respect are what the vine is growing in, we should look to filk.