Its now been almost a week and half since I have returned the Wordsmithy Workshop at New Saint Andrews College. It has taken me this long to sit down and write down some reflections. Whether its busyness, or laziness or lack of a proper schedule, I don’t know. Lord knows I’ve doing my best to keep head above water. Alas, here I am. Finally, a moment to write.
If you haven’t ever heard of the Wordsmithy Workshop or of New Saint Andrews, check out my reflection from last year to get a little more background. Every year thus far it has been a wonderfully enriching experience. As I reflect on this year’s trip, my impressions all seem to congregate around one main aspect. Perhaps the greatest highlight of this year’s Wordsmithy for me was the opportunity to meet and interact with such a wonderful variety of people, all of whom had a passion for writing. This was helpful and inspiring for two main reasons.
Last year, in a conversation with a friend about parenting, he made a statement that stuck with me. He said, “I think the best model of parenting my own children is the way that God relates to me as a father.” I didn’t really get it at the time, but for some reason it has stuck in my mind.
Over the past weekend we have welcomed the newest member of our family and I have naturally wandered back into reflecting on the past year and the nature of parenting as it relates to all of life. I come back also, to this statement, and I think am starting to catch on to its meaning a little more.
I think the key issue is to see the basis and beauty of personhood in parenting.
Its amazing. All we want is for things to “get back to normal”. As we are reeling from the impact of one tragedy, it seems to just hit us again with multiplied vengeance. Has the world always been this broken? Am I just not waking up to the realities which have been so neatly tucked away from my sight all my life? It seems to all be going to hell before our very eyes.
Perhaps the paragraph above expresses my naivety. Of course the hurts of today do not come out of nowhere. They are emerging in their full bitter flavor after generations of poisonous marination. They are surfacing in rapid succession, and it is overwhelming. Like a person who has just been told they have 6 months to live we as a culture want to recoil into denial, repeating confidently, “What? How can this be? But I have felt totally fine up until now!”
This perhaps sounds like an odd question. What do you mean? Doesn’t it just exist? One of the most difficult concepts for us Westerners to understand is the fact that much of the world is not like us. Though we boast in our pluralism, it actually seems to backfire on us and gets in the way of our ability to truly grasp the core differences that shape our world. One such difference is the presence and nature of true liberty.
We are often confused by such places like North Korea, or the radical terrorism of the Middle East. We betray our lack of understanding when we say such things as, “They just need education! If we can bring them Western ideals and discoveries they will be enlightened, civil and reasonable, like us.” Perhaps we don’t actually say these things out loud but I think that these are the ideas often sit at the base of our thoughts and impressions.
My whole young adult life has been a journey of rethinking what I believe and seeking to understand those with whom I disagree. This process has be accelerated in the past six months. More and more I am realizing that one of the biggest problems in society today is the inability to speak across differences. To add to that, one of the biggest challenges that the church faces today is the call to speak to a world that the church very often does not understand. There is no way forward without learning to understand the whole picture of our faith, as well as the foundational ideas that drive the world today.