I kept thinking this week about the scenario I mentioned a few days ago about slaves wanting to escape. It occurs to me that this metaphor works for many of the situations in our lives. What lessons can we draw from it?
My mind keeps going back to those plantation slaves a couple of centuries ago. There were many of them. There were few people guarding them. Why didn’t more of them escape? Or at least make serious attempts?
The answer I keep coming to disturbs me, because it condemns me for things I’ve done at various points in my own life — maybe even including the present — because it suggests that the reason is fear and a cowardly need to be certain. Escaping doesn’t come through fear or chasing certainty. It comes from exercising openness and faith. Most of us are naturally afraid of the uncertainty in the distance, so we cling to whatever kind of bondage we’ve gotten ourselves into.
There are a lot of things I’m not certain about. In fact, “I don’t know,” is something I say frequently — and I’m comfortable with that. I know that if I insist on certainty before I take a risk, I’m dooming myself to a kind of misery stuck with what I have. I say that because I’ve done it before.
What’s the use of love if the one who you love doesn’t need you?
Hurt people hurt people, and it’s hard to forgive that in ourselves
What kind of hypocrite gives advice but won’t practice what he preaches?
Could ‘free cities’ — existing inside more restrictive states — be a first step toward freedom?
Film hurts when I hear, ‘I’ve seen what we can be like together’
Could Hillary Clinton be the next president of the United States?
Free speech is our natural right, not a gift granted by politicians
I need to communicate meaning, but my words vanish into a void
In a relationship, some words more important than ‘I love you’