“Pay attention to your enemies, for they are the first to discover your mistakes.” Antisthenes
So, doesn’t that in some odd way make your enemies your friends? That is, I guess, the sentiment from another quote, one of my favorites, from Oscar Wilde: “True friends stab you in the front.”
All that to say what I guess is generally known – separating friends from enemies is tricky business, and requires occasional reconsideration.
Photo taken on the California coast last year when travel was actually a thing.
Binary thinking is going to be the ruination of the world as we know it — either that, or its not.
Watching a video last night of John Lewis’ body being taken one last time across the Edmund Pettus Bridge, I thought of the Shakespeare quote from Julius Ceasar – “The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones.” While that may often be the case, Bill, I gotta call “bullshit” on this one when it comes to John Lewis. One of the original Freedom Fighters, Lewis was on the Bloody Sunday march across the Edmund Pettus Bridge in 1965, and returned often on the March 7 anniversary to make the march again – only in the return crossings he was not beaten and bloodied by Alabama state troopers. On that Lewis noted: “Some of us gave a little blood for the right to participate in the democratic process.
Lewis’ legacy in the civil rights movement, and later as the “Conscience of Congress” will not be “interred with [his] bones,” and shame on us if we allow it to be.
I pick up and reread C. S. Lewis’ Mere Christianity now and again and I am (shouldn’t be by now) often surprised by how it feels so contemporary. But of course, that is how reading about universal truths should feel.
“Suppose one reads a story of filthy atrocities in the paper. Then suppose that something turns up suggesting that the story might not be quite true, or not quite so bad as it was made out. Is one’s feeling ‘Thank God, even they aren’t quire so bad as that,’ or is it a feeling of disappointment, and even a determination to cling to the first story for the sheer pleasure of thinking your enemies as bad as possible?”
There’s a lot of that going around some fifty years after Lewis wrote it. That is, essentially, the essence of schadenfreude – bad joy. But it gets worse (and feels more uncomfortable) as Lewis continues:
“If it is the second then it is, I am afraid, the first step in a process which, if followed to the end, will make us into devils. You see, one is beginning to wish that black was a little blacker. If we give that wish its head, later on we shall wish to see gray as black, and then to see white itself as black.”
This is, of course, where that “love thy neighbor” thing, and the lesson from the Good Samaritan parable, come into play – if I can put down my paint brush and can of black paint.
Photo taken of a wall hanging in the house. Text was on a sign seen while running in the neighborhood.
“Practice hospitality.” Romans 12:13
It is always nice to get clear instructions. This two-word direction is about as short as an instruction can be – one verb, one noun. But then I guess the complexity of the instructions are largely dependent on the meaning given to the noun – hospitality. In common parlance we seem to have narrowed the use and meaning of “hospitality” to a transactional context, as in the “hospitality business” or “hospitality industry.” Hospitality seems most commonly to be thought of as something that is expected on payment for it to a hotel or some other business entity providing services for a fee.
The biblical meaning of “hospitality” seems much broader. In the Romans passage, the instruction comes as a summary of the paragraph above it (in a section captioned “Love” in my Bible) that includes admonitions about love (Love must be sincere.” v. 9), hate, honor, zeal, joy, hope, patience, and sharing (Romans 12:9-13), and thus the suggestion is that hospitality invokes all of those things. There is no mention of a precondition of money changing hands. The usage of the word in 1 Peter 9 is similar — “Offer hospitality to one another without grumbling.” — as is the context. That usage (in a section captioned “Living for God” is preceded by a notation about love — “Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins.” v. 8
Okay, I suppose there is supposed to be some point to this meandering. But I am not sure I can do better than the source. Practice hospitality without precondition, without grumbling, and don’t hold your hand out for the tip.
Among those great feelings in life (which can be in scarce supply at times like these, whatever that means) – when a book grabs me with an early line and I keep returning to those lines. This from Richard Russo’s newest, Chances Are, which I am about fifty pages into but already feeling good about:
“What were the odds that these three would end up assigned to the same freshman dorm suite at Minerva College on the Connecticut coast? Because yank out one thread from the fabric of human destiny and everything unravels. Though it could also be said that things have a tendency to unravel regardless.”
“[T]he threads of human destiny” – not a novel thought (though in this case it is), but a compelling one nonetheless. Sometimes fine linen, sometimes a worn, oil-stained scrap of an old t-shirt in the rag bin, yet each serving its purpose.
Photo taken of the fountain in the front yard frequented by birds, particularly in the summer.
Reading Max Ehrmann’s Desiderata this morning, this caught my attention:
“If you compare yourself with others you may become vain and bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.”
This in turn reminded me of a similar bit of advice in Baz Luhrmann’s Sunscreen:
“Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind. The race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.”
A lot of energy and resources have been spent in civilization trying to prove these concepts wrong. Lord knows I’ve spent a good deal of time and effort trying to do so. My inclination is to say that we have all failed in those efforts, and in one sense that is true, but then it occurs to me that perhaps it is in those “failures” that we are led to the wisdom they provide.
Photo on a recent run.
It occurs to me... 