A House Built on Rock In the animated film Happy Feet, the first baby penguin to dive into the ocean had slid on the ice and slipped over the edge. Mumble, the misfit, hit the water first. The other fledglings, stirred by his example, took the plunge shrieking with joy. Most of us need someone to get us moving. It’s not for me
to dive into the unknown. Someone is up ahead just in view. I find
the courage to follow. How do we get real? Abstractions keep us compliant. We rehearse the arguments on both sides. Years pass. We become seasoned observers ready to judge. To encounter another person is the mystery that gets us moving. We thaw in the presence of the other. Slipping along we find ourselves in the thick of it, learning to listen, engaged in the world, becoming real. We are the house. Our lives grow stronger every time we say yes. Each time we head for the table in the back reserved for losers. When we climb on the bus and the adventure begins. When we lift the cross and cry “Presente.” When righteousness dissolves into laughter. When judging is not so vigorous. When we take the plunge because we are not alone. |