Having little time, needing more space, and craving deep silence. There, I’ve said what was on my heart. But this is bigger than personal. It’s an age old human dilemma.
Time to think, space to explore and fill with beauty, and silence to mend the soul.
The ever-expanding complexities of our world, coupled with the daily assault of tragedy, disasters, and violence upon the senses create such a turbulence in the soul (being tossed about by every wind and wave of media’s opinionated response)
We can immunize ourselves, build a shell of indifference, pretend there’s nothing we can do, or be gut-wrenched, unbelieving, and despairing of humanity’s redemption, and the future of the planet we call home for now.
Which brings me to reflect on two powerful movies, “Gravity” and “Captain Philips” John and I saw recently.
“Gravity” takes place in space where there is none. The earthly pull is gone, absent. So it’s important to be tethered, and be connected. The breath is absolutely sacred in space where there is none. You count each one and practice silence to survive.Weightlessness is a heavy burden to the soul when there is no landing place.
Losing control of one’s movements is terrifying. The immense darkness, the bone-chilling cold is crushing. You know you don’t belong there. So you must inhabit a shell of metal, glass and air that only allows you a very short journey. But the rare privilege you have gained, seeing the shining blue earth so illuminated, so impossibly beautiful from this elevated viewpoint makes you feel like an alien visitor. Yet you cannot forget the places you have walked, buried by majestic clouds and pulsing light. You yearn to see them close and feel the weight of your feet stuck to the earth again, connected, and belonging.
“Captain Philips” commands an immense tanker loaded with the artifacts of a culture driven by money-making schemes. He is confronted by an enemy who has nothing but fear driving him. This man he calls “Irish” has everything, looks into eyes wild with envy. The enemy speaks in a savvy language but the words passing between them are empty of trust and honor.Then there are two captains, each one beholden to very different bosses. At the end only the guns will speak. “Irish” is blindfolded, a witness to his own rescue, but covered by the blood of their wasted lives. He screams with the agony of their death, and how close he himself came to a violent end.
In this digital age we cannot escape these images, either of beauty or violence. It is overwhelming! What can one person do? Is there such a thing as the “power of one”?
In the opening of our eyes and ears, may we see God always at work, receive the Mercy he extends, and live as faithful witnesses to the Grace he offers every human being, through the Power of the One who paid the price for our redemption, JESUS.