The other day I randomly came across a video from Free To Be You and Me, a children's record that I used to listen to on tape when I was little. So I started looking up other videos from that record on youtube and I came across this one. I remember it very well, but now watching it as an adult and with all my current religious and philosophical background...it definitely takes on new meaning, and I can see how even that shaped me to become who I am today.
So anyway, here's the story of Dudley Pippin:
The point of view the principal puts forth is something that I think really gets at the heart of reality. Living in genuine truth is so...counter intuitive. It mixes us all up. By being afraid to be a sissy, we become sissies. The very things we do to protect ourselves from being bad or being seen as weak are actually what *make* us weak in the end!
And so when Dudley apologizes for being weak, the principal says that he has nothing to apologize for and that he did that very well! How many times do I in my own life apologize for being weak? All the time. But what makes me weak is my fear of being weak, not being weak itself. And I've hid from others, tried not to show my weaknesses. And now that I'm trying to be more open and vulnerable, I get all mixed up, just like Dudley.
But that's okay. I shouldn't go back around and put myself down for being all mixed up. Why should I be any different from anybody else? We're all all-mixed-up. And that too is a weakness I should admit to having.
And then, the music. The music says something that the principal can't say in words. It's sad *and* joyous. It's...all mixed up, just like life, just like us. But when it's presented through music, it just...makes sense. We grasp it easily, how life can be both at once, and that everything is really okay no matter what.
On a very deep and profound level, everything is alright. We all all connected to life, to truth, to each other, to God. Regardless of what we think we have to struggle with, we're okay. The struggles come because of our fears. It's the fear itself that causes the struggle. And really, all we have to do is let go, and let ourselves be mixed up for a bit. Relax and enjoy the music in all of its brilliant joys and discouraging lows. It's all part of the piece, it's all part of the symphony. That the symphony exists at all is a huge blessing, and at every point, regardless of whether its a happy point or a sad point, the symphony of life is breathtakingly beautiful.
I can't believe I was exposed to this at such a young age. No wonder I am how I am today! I should remember to thank my parents for this. :)
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Monday, May 12, 2008
Thursday, May 8, 2008
the rhythm of the kingdom.
My hope is to now get back to the weekly music posts, since this summer's workload won't be as intense as the end of the spring term. I figured for the first post back I'd change it up a bit and go with a music video as a bonus to the song format, which I assume will be back next week, although I haven't given it any thought.
This week's song/video is "Glósóli", by that wonderful band from Iceland, Sigur Rós.
This is one of my favorite music videos of all time. It's just stunningly beautiful. I think I could simply post the video all by itself and that would still keep in line with the spirit of this blog. It has more than enough beauty to speak for itself. The cinematography of the gorgeous Icelandic landscape makes for a video that I would call 'sacred' or 'holy' even if it weren't for the way the Kingdom whispers through the story told.
For me, this video actually feels like a parable of sorts. Like somebody asked Jesus, "What is the Kingdom of God?" and Jesus then answered, "The Kingdom of God is like a drumbeat that reverberates throughout all Creation, and the children who hear it might choose to journey together wherever that rhythm takes them. The rhythm will draw the scattered and isolated together, giving purpose to those who had none, allowing my children to show their faces. Those who hear the rhythm and choose to live in that rhythm will begin to dream together of a day when they will take flight toward a future in which love is finally king, and where the wrongs that make this world upside down are healed and redeemed."
Okay, so if Jesus actually told the parable it probably would have been far more cryptic than that, and there would have been some sort of scandal involved that made everyone scratch their heads that this teacher would compare the Kingdom of God to something corrupt and depraved (for more on that, see The Kingdom of God is Like... by Thomas Keating). Still, I think the beauty of this 'parable' remains. It's impossible for me to adequately describe the beauty I feel (and it does seem to me that true beauty is something felt, not just seen or heard) when I watch this video, but I'll do my best to share some of my thoughts with you.
In the beginning, it starts with a lone boy with nothing but a drum, tapping his foot in time with the Kingdom rhythm. Eventually, the rhythm he hears seems to inspire even more than toe-tapping as he gets to his feet and simply goes. The rhythm thus far is constant, unchanging, and acts as the driving force of the video's beauty.
Our lonely drummer boy comes across children afraid to show themselves. The world is a dangerous place for children with no one to protect them, and don't we all often feel like children in a dangerous place with no one to care for us? The first girl he encounters disguises herself as a wolf, perhaps as protection from the real predators of the wilderness. Our drummer simply beats his drum in time with the rhythm that began his journey in the first place, and smiles as two children come out of hiding, and the 'wolf girl' shows her true face. Now, one lonely child has become a community of those journeying toward whatever place the cadence takes them.
They come across more children, all scattered and isolated, either alone or in small groups. Their troupe of travelers continues to grow as they march farther across this desolate yet beautiful landscape. Some of these children already hear this Kingdom cadence, tapping their feet in time, but when they see this journeying community, that is when they finally get up and walk. We see children without purpose, some resorting to pointless destruction, some resorting to equally pointless construction. Interesting how without purpose, we try to either burn things to the ground, or build our silly pile of rocks as high as we can. Yet, as the drummer and his friends pass by, these children leave behind their building and destroying alike and follow.
Our journeyers next come upon a sleeper, a dreamer perhaps, and instead of waking him from his dream, they instead all join him in sharing it. The screen fades to black, and as my friend Brian pointed out when we recently talked about the video, our story continues in sepia, so it would seem that the rest of the journey as we see it is their shared dream of where this rhythm will eventually take all of them.
This heartbeat they've been following thus far quickens in the dream. Finally, they reach the end of land, they can walk no further, and they stand as one and stare off at the horizon. It is now that our drummer beats his drum, the music begins to swell as he keeps time. Then, as one, and with a rebel yell, the children end their stillness and charge toward the horizon. They sprint up the hill as fast as their legs will take them. As they run they leave behind the unnecessary, they don't need masks where they're going, they won't even need drums when they reach the source of all music. And, as they come to the end of land, they take a mad leap off the cliffs like the infamous lemmings before them, but instead of falling to their death, these children take flight. And the initial dreamer is the most hesitant, but even our little doubter, inspired by the flight of others, makes the leap, and he too flies off after his fellow journeyers.
As our story ends, with children flying off like Pan and Wendy toward Neverland, we get a glimpse of their destination taking shape on the horizon. Their new home, the source of this song that began their journey in the first place, waits in the distance.
"What is the Kingdom of God?"
"The Kingdom of God is like a drumbeat that reverberates throughout all Creation, and the children who hear it might choose to journey together wherever that rhythm takes them. The rhythm will draw the scattered and isolated together, giving purpose to those who had none, allowing my children to show their faces. Those who hear the rhythm and choose to live in that rhythm will begin to dream together of a day when they will take flight toward a future in which love is finally king, and where the wrongs that make this world upside down are healed and redeemed."
Remember, home is on the horizon.
This week's song/video is "Glósóli", by that wonderful band from Iceland, Sigur Rós.This is one of my favorite music videos of all time. It's just stunningly beautiful. I think I could simply post the video all by itself and that would still keep in line with the spirit of this blog. It has more than enough beauty to speak for itself. The cinematography of the gorgeous Icelandic landscape makes for a video that I would call 'sacred' or 'holy' even if it weren't for the way the Kingdom whispers through the story told.
For me, this video actually feels like a parable of sorts. Like somebody asked Jesus, "What is the Kingdom of God?" and Jesus then answered, "The Kingdom of God is like a drumbeat that reverberates throughout all Creation, and the children who hear it might choose to journey together wherever that rhythm takes them. The rhythm will draw the scattered and isolated together, giving purpose to those who had none, allowing my children to show their faces. Those who hear the rhythm and choose to live in that rhythm will begin to dream together of a day when they will take flight toward a future in which love is finally king, and where the wrongs that make this world upside down are healed and redeemed."
Okay, so if Jesus actually told the parable it probably would have been far more cryptic than that, and there would have been some sort of scandal involved that made everyone scratch their heads that this teacher would compare the Kingdom of God to something corrupt and depraved (for more on that, see The Kingdom of God is Like... by Thomas Keating). Still, I think the beauty of this 'parable' remains. It's impossible for me to adequately describe the beauty I feel (and it does seem to me that true beauty is something felt, not just seen or heard) when I watch this video, but I'll do my best to share some of my thoughts with you.
In the beginning, it starts with a lone boy with nothing but a drum, tapping his foot in time with the Kingdom rhythm. Eventually, the rhythm he hears seems to inspire even more than toe-tapping as he gets to his feet and simply goes. The rhythm thus far is constant, unchanging, and acts as the driving force of the video's beauty.
Our lonely drummer boy comes across children afraid to show themselves. The world is a dangerous place for children with no one to protect them, and don't we all often feel like children in a dangerous place with no one to care for us? The first girl he encounters disguises herself as a wolf, perhaps as protection from the real predators of the wilderness. Our drummer simply beats his drum in time with the rhythm that began his journey in the first place, and smiles as two children come out of hiding, and the 'wolf girl' shows her true face. Now, one lonely child has become a community of those journeying toward whatever place the cadence takes them.
They come across more children, all scattered and isolated, either alone or in small groups. Their troupe of travelers continues to grow as they march farther across this desolate yet beautiful landscape. Some of these children already hear this Kingdom cadence, tapping their feet in time, but when they see this journeying community, that is when they finally get up and walk. We see children without purpose, some resorting to pointless destruction, some resorting to equally pointless construction. Interesting how without purpose, we try to either burn things to the ground, or build our silly pile of rocks as high as we can. Yet, as the drummer and his friends pass by, these children leave behind their building and destroying alike and follow.
Our journeyers next come upon a sleeper, a dreamer perhaps, and instead of waking him from his dream, they instead all join him in sharing it. The screen fades to black, and as my friend Brian pointed out when we recently talked about the video, our story continues in sepia, so it would seem that the rest of the journey as we see it is their shared dream of where this rhythm will eventually take all of them.
This heartbeat they've been following thus far quickens in the dream. Finally, they reach the end of land, they can walk no further, and they stand as one and stare off at the horizon. It is now that our drummer beats his drum, the music begins to swell as he keeps time. Then, as one, and with a rebel yell, the children end their stillness and charge toward the horizon. They sprint up the hill as fast as their legs will take them. As they run they leave behind the unnecessary, they don't need masks where they're going, they won't even need drums when they reach the source of all music. And, as they come to the end of land, they take a mad leap off the cliffs like the infamous lemmings before them, but instead of falling to their death, these children take flight. And the initial dreamer is the most hesitant, but even our little doubter, inspired by the flight of others, makes the leap, and he too flies off after his fellow journeyers.
As our story ends, with children flying off like Pan and Wendy toward Neverland, we get a glimpse of their destination taking shape on the horizon. Their new home, the source of this song that began their journey in the first place, waits in the distance.
"What is the Kingdom of God?"
"The Kingdom of God is like a drumbeat that reverberates throughout all Creation, and the children who hear it might choose to journey together wherever that rhythm takes them. The rhythm will draw the scattered and isolated together, giving purpose to those who had none, allowing my children to show their faces. Those who hear the rhythm and choose to live in that rhythm will begin to dream together of a day when they will take flight toward a future in which love is finally king, and where the wrongs that make this world upside down are healed and redeemed."
Remember, home is on the horizon.
Friday, May 2, 2008
there's treasure everywhere.
At long last, I am sitting down to write the very first "There's Treasure Everywhere" post. The idea and desire for this blog has been percolating in my brain for some time now. First, it was during a time where the idea was vague and mysterious, where I knew I wanted to do something but had no idea what. This initial period was actually quite long, but it finally started to take on a more concrete shape very recently when I began making a series of music posts in which I shared some of the beauty and redemption I noticed in various songs which are close to my heart. As, during the short history of these music posts, I began to see what they meant, both to myself and to others who shared their thoughts with me, the idea for a collaborative blog dedicated entirely to posts of a similar nature crystallized into something that excited me a great deal. As timing goes, this new idea happened to coincide with a crazy, crazy time of paper writing in grad school, so while lacking the time to even make the aforementioned music posts, the idea was temporarily shelved until the end of the term. Finally, the end of the term has come.
And so, it begins.
It seems to me that the best way to get the proverbial ball rolling and describe what this blog is all about is to simply share the meaning of the blog's name. A very long time ago, I remember being struck by the cover of one of the many lovely compilations of Calvin and Hobbes strips which graced my bookshelf. I remember looking at Calvin and Hobbes as they marveled over worms and rocks, and realizing that there was indeed treasure everywhere, if we only knew how to see.
For Calvin, as for children the world over, the oddest things discovered in the backyard become priceless discoveries. The beautifully imaginative eyes of the young can see value and significance in rocks and worms, in cardboard boxes and sticks, in the discarded and the unnoticed. Our cynicism can tempt us to laugh at their naive way of seeing the world, thinking about the inevitable day when they will grow up and learn that a rock is in fact just a rock, as they move on to more important things like sex, power, and financial security. As with most self-fulfilling prophecies, children often do grow to lose the ability to wonder at the magic they once saw in everything. Wouldn't it be lovely if children stopped learning cynicism and monotony from those further along in years, and instead we adults began to learn to see the world with the wonder and awe of the young?
It is the humble opinion of this writer (if I can in fact be called such) that, as the title of the Calvin and Hobbes collection professes, there is in fact treasure everywhere. The question is, do we have the eyes and hearts to see it? Can we see the redemption hidden in every nook and cranny of creation? Can we learn to embrace the ability to wonder and be amazed as a virtue to be praised and sought after?
So often, I am watching a movie, listening to a song, reading a book, having a conversation, or simply walking down the street, when I am struck by beauty or hope or life which is so evident it is practically tangible. There is a quickening of my pulse, at times my eyes well up, and I often find myself brushing against something too big and wonderful for words to do justice were I to try and explain the internal response to what I've witnessed or experienced. While the mystics have taught us that the instant you use words to describe these experiences you cheapen what really happened a bit, words are all we have and for too long these experiences have felt like the 'fire in my bones' just longing to be set free. I just have to share them with others, and that's what this blog is all about. It will be a place for me and my friends to look for beauty everywhere, and to share our discoveries with anyone who cares. The hope is that we might be able to shine a light in this world which so often feels stiflingly dark, and also that we might sharpen our skills in 'treasure hunting' as it were. Perhaps by continually drawing attention to the life hidden all around us, we will grow in our ability to see that life.
My hope, in part, is that this blog will help me to continually learn to approach the world with Calvin's imaginative way of seeing. I believe that Calvin's imagination isn't an obstacle which keeps him from seeing the world as it, but instead is the gift which enables him to be the only one who truly sees. It isn't that the rest of the world sees Hobbes for the inanimate stuffed animal that he is, it is that Calvin is the only one who looks close enough to truly see Hobbes for the faithful, loyal, wonderful best friend he really is. How much fuller, how much more beautiful is Calvin's life because of his ability to see the world around him as a place of constant adventure, danger, beauty and wonder?
I hope all of us who contribute to this blog can look closely at life, at everything around us, so that we might find the treasure all around us waiting to be discovered.
And so, it begins.
It seems to me that the best way to get the proverbial ball rolling and describe what this blog is all about is to simply share the meaning of the blog's name. A very long time ago, I remember being struck by the cover of one of the many lovely compilations of Calvin and Hobbes strips which graced my bookshelf. I remember looking at Calvin and Hobbes as they marveled over worms and rocks, and realizing that there was indeed treasure everywhere, if we only knew how to see.
For Calvin, as for children the world over, the oddest things discovered in the backyard become priceless discoveries. The beautifully imaginative eyes of the young can see value and significance in rocks and worms, in cardboard boxes and sticks, in the discarded and the unnoticed. Our cynicism can tempt us to laugh at their naive way of seeing the world, thinking about the inevitable day when they will grow up and learn that a rock is in fact just a rock, as they move on to more important things like sex, power, and financial security. As with most self-fulfilling prophecies, children often do grow to lose the ability to wonder at the magic they once saw in everything. Wouldn't it be lovely if children stopped learning cynicism and monotony from those further along in years, and instead we adults began to learn to see the world with the wonder and awe of the young?It is the humble opinion of this writer (if I can in fact be called such) that, as the title of the Calvin and Hobbes collection professes, there is in fact treasure everywhere. The question is, do we have the eyes and hearts to see it? Can we see the redemption hidden in every nook and cranny of creation? Can we learn to embrace the ability to wonder and be amazed as a virtue to be praised and sought after?
So often, I am watching a movie, listening to a song, reading a book, having a conversation, or simply walking down the street, when I am struck by beauty or hope or life which is so evident it is practically tangible. There is a quickening of my pulse, at times my eyes well up, and I often find myself brushing against something too big and wonderful for words to do justice were I to try and explain the internal response to what I've witnessed or experienced. While the mystics have taught us that the instant you use words to describe these experiences you cheapen what really happened a bit, words are all we have and for too long these experiences have felt like the 'fire in my bones' just longing to be set free. I just have to share them with others, and that's what this blog is all about. It will be a place for me and my friends to look for beauty everywhere, and to share our discoveries with anyone who cares. The hope is that we might be able to shine a light in this world which so often feels stiflingly dark, and also that we might sharpen our skills in 'treasure hunting' as it were. Perhaps by continually drawing attention to the life hidden all around us, we will grow in our ability to see that life.
My hope, in part, is that this blog will help me to continually learn to approach the world with Calvin's imaginative way of seeing. I believe that Calvin's imagination isn't an obstacle which keeps him from seeing the world as it, but instead is the gift which enables him to be the only one who truly sees. It isn't that the rest of the world sees Hobbes for the inanimate stuffed animal that he is, it is that Calvin is the only one who looks close enough to truly see Hobbes for the faithful, loyal, wonderful best friend he really is. How much fuller, how much more beautiful is Calvin's life because of his ability to see the world around him as a place of constant adventure, danger, beauty and wonder?I hope all of us who contribute to this blog can look closely at life, at everything around us, so that we might find the treasure all around us waiting to be discovered.
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