It really scares me sometimes when I feel like childlike ways of thinking are somehow slipping away from me, forever.
I remember, not long ago, in high school how I saw the world through such questioning eyes. I remember driving in Downtown LA, passing buildings and parties with people drinking champagne under fancy chandeliers. Two minutes later, not even a mile away, I saw hundreds of people lining the streets, setting up tents for the night if they were lucky. The smell of urine, alcohol, poverty.
Dichotomies. I hated that.
I had such youthful passion then - such indignation for social injustice.
I was, am a dreamer, or what some will call, an idealist. I still believe that there is good in this broken world, that there is the capacity of love in people, that the beauty we see are mere glimpses of the kingdom of God. I sometimes have to remember this in a world like ours.
"People were bringing little children to Jesus to have him touch them, but the disciples rebuked them. When Jesus saw this, he was indignant. He said to them, "Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these. I tell you the truth, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it."
- Mark 10:13-15
2 comments:
your example actually constitutes a false dichotomy, as the categories you describe are neither exhaustive nor truly mutually exclusive.
binary opposition, maybe
Semantics Daniel...oh Elle belle, I know what you mean, I'm such an idealist myself. Thanks for this though, I really needed it right now because I'm definitely (not) growing up.
xoxo
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