ted lasso and john lewis

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On Saturday, the city of Nashville renamed Fifth Avenue Rep. John Lewis Way. The street runs through the heart of downtown, bordering the best of Nashville’s musical roots, the Predators’ arena, the Music City Center, the Sounds’ stadium, and other places of power and entertainment. Although Lewis grew up in and faithfully served Georgia in Congress for decades, he came to Nashville for his college education. Nashville’s Black church leaders mentored him, and taught him that the way of Christ is a path that seeks restorative justice for others with relentlessly nonviolent, prophetic bodily resistance. He went on to embody such work as he was arrested integrating Nashville’s Woolworth’s lunch counter (on 5th Avenue, no less), and as he was badly beaten marching with Dr. King across the Edmund Pettus Bridge in Selma, Alabama. As a college kid, he learned from his elders, and then went on to teach all of us a new way.

At the ceremony this weekend, a Blues singer from North Nashville sang a tribute she wrote last spring after George Floyd was murdered. In the chorus, she named the fact that a lot of us are weary. I’ve only been in the work for justice and equity for a decade, and some days I feel bone tired. I listened to her words, surrounded by older sisters and brothers who had given their lives to the movement for expanded civil and human rights. They are weary. She sang, “If your feet are tired of walking, let the children lead the way.”

Prophetic words. If you are tired, look around. We are surrounded by young people who are ready to pick up the torch. They see the world differently than we do and they can offer solutions that we struggle to find.

Good leadership does not align with hoarding power or knowledge, but requires us to be learners at the feet of others, giving them the space and influence to shape our next steps.

After the new sign bearing John Lewis Way was revealed, a parade began, pulsing with Black joy and dignity. While city elders and members of the Lewis family rode in carts, a professional New Orleans-style street band played and sang, dancers leading the way out front. It was a gorgeous sensory overload of awesome. Halfway down the march route, there was a group of young teenagers lined up, proudly wearing their Pearl-Cohn High School Firebirds gear. A small group of dancers and a drumline, they waited for the dignitaries to approach. The march paused as the drums began and the dancers performed. They were excellent. Slowly, the professionals from the official march broke ranks and drew near, shouting out encouragement, praising these young folks who carried on their tradition. Slowly, a few of them moved into line, joining the High School drum line, while taking care to follow the lead of the teenagers beside them. The young people began to stand a little taller, strike a little stronger, smiles spreading across their faces. The professional musicians gave their public blessing to these fabulous young people, simultaneously showing them the way while also welcoming them into the fold.

They made it clear that presence of young folk was needed, that the torch could be passed, that the work will continue in the capable of hands of this new generation.

If you know me, you know I was right up in the mix, tapping my foot and crying my eyes out. Public displays of courage, excellence, empathy and blessing make me weep.

John Lewis made his mark on America when he was just a kid. His career notwithstanding, he helped awaken the moral conscience of our city and then the Nation before he was old enough to rent a car. Young people have a lot to teach us, if we will only listen. Some of us middle and elderly aged folk feel overwhelmed by the changes to our social order. We feel displaced and lost, unsure of what normal looks like, uncertain of how secure or powerful we will be in this brave new world. As we navigate our own discomfort, let’s take care not to poison our kids. Instead of telling them how to feel about the changes in politics and power dynamics, let’s ask them what they notice and how they feel about it.

We might be working hard to save a world order for our kids that they do not want.

Some of us welcome the sharing of power and the disruption that brings, but feel weary at the relentless nature of the work. We aren’t sure that our tactics are effective anymore, and we waiver between hope and despair. As we navigate our own cynicism, let’s take care not to ignore the creative hope our kids offer. Instead of telling them who to blame or how to feel about differing political positions, let’s ask them what they notice and what they want to do about it.

Whether the push for equity and universal dignity make you exhausted (but hopeful) or nervous (and vulnerable), let the children lead the way. Look to our youth, honoring their effort, welcoming them to the table, and following their lead.

On a less serious note, and because season 2 of Ted Lasso comes out this week, we could also look to Apple TV for notes on how to expand our us.

The world has gone crazy for Ted Lasso. I am here for it. One of my sisters is often my portal to pop culture, and I think she actually built and starting driving the Ted Lasso bandwagon. She got my siblings and me on board early in the pandemic, and Ted’s infectious hope and way of seeing the human beings hiding underneath the people around him has raised the bar for how we live together.

Since she is a media oracle, I finally obeyed her order to watch Mythic Quest. The show did not look appealing to me. I am neither a video gamer nor a technology and coding enthusiast, so I’ve been dragging my feet for a year. Now that I’ve starting watching, I’ll just say that it is always best to do what the oracle tells you to do.

Between the 2 seasons of Mythic Quest, there is an interstitial episode that is part fantasy, part reality. The mythical moment rips off the Sword and the Stone, Harry Potter, animated Robin Hood and the Bible. It is fabulous. Despair has taken over the village, and the King holds a tournament to foster good will and to maybe find the one figure worthy of pulling the Sword of Light from the tree in which it is embedded, thereby restoring hope to the kingdom. The narration reads thus:

“The smallest of them all was destined to prevail. And though he was beaten, he did not break, refusing to give in, he rose and rose and rose again, fueled by a belief no blow could extinguish. With each act of bravery, the people began to believe as well, until at last they cheered his victory. The resilient champion had broken the curse and freed the sword. The people of the kingdom—young and old—learned that day that to dispel the darkness, we must only believe in the light.”

Pay attention to the magical young bearers of light around you. They need our blessing, and they can show us a new way forward.

 

revisiting monuments, remembering our whole history

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A version of the following essay was originally published four years ago, in three parts. It was inspired by what I think of as a coming out party for white supremacists, from the shame of the shadows into the brazen light in Charlottesville, VA. I’ve revised and combined the essays into one in order to offer historical context for how to think about the monuments removed from Charlottesville this week. The debate over monuments feels old to me now, but when I hear folks argue about how to teach history, and how to think about Critical Race Theory, I realize the debate has simply moved to a new arena. This essay is long, and full of history, but I hope you choose to hang in, pursue your own curiosity, and develop a newly informed perspective. On that note, I am happy to share what I know about CRT, fully owning my bias and approach, so hit me up if that would be useful to you. For now, let’s begin by acknowledging we simply cannot heal as a people if we can't understand or face our history. It is glorious, it is terrible, and it serves as both our origin story and a script we won't escape if don't find the courage to see the evil in our past.

In August of 2017 we witnessed a tableau of hate, violence and tension as white supremacist groups and others protesting them descended on the campus of the University of Virginia, Charlottesville. At the center of those gathered was a statue of Robert E. Lee, Commanding General of the Confederate Army of Northern Virginia. The violence on display there was despicable, but beneath all of the hate and frustration lurks a question haunting every American: What do we do with our past? 

In Charlottesville and in many other cities, citizens are asking and yelling answers to the question of how we deal with the many confederate monuments littering our town squares. America has a wonderful history of liberation, sacrifice and generosity. We also have a lengthy past of violence against people of color, greed and hypocrisy.

For the most part, we have not found a way to explore these conflicting legacies in our churches, classrooms, or in the public sphere. 

Abraham Lincoln famously signed the Emancipation Proclamation; Lincoln also less famously argued that if he could preserve the Union without ending slavery he would do so. The conflict he experienced and the priorities he gave his passions can serve as a metaphor for our current conversation.  Most Americans agree that slavery was bad, but many refuse to admit that the idea of the South to which they cling produced the odious institution of slavery. If monuments celebrating the Confederacy only represented slavery, people would be less likely to overtly defend their places of honor.

These mementos do not only represent one story though, and if we examine what they signify we might better understand the debate surrounding them.

I believe the magnitude of passion surrounding this issue is due, in large part, to the national angst felt about the Civil War. Was secession a hateful and treasonous act of aggression in order to protect the cruel practice of slavery? Was it a noble stand to preserve states’ rights and defend against Northern aggression? Having studied many angles of American history and the conflicts that resulted in and were partially resolved by the Civil War, I would like to contextualize this debate by revisiting the history that is memorialized by the argued-over monuments. I do this hoping we can be more precise in what we are arguing about, and to help articulate precisely the history for which we advocate.

In the decades leading up to the Civil War, Southern states and their congressional representatives began to realize that they were in danger of becoming a minority in the United States’ Congress. This reality, along with the impact of William Lloyd Garrison, Sojourner Truth and Frederick Douglass, whose abolitionary voices were growing louder, and the active resistance of the enslaved themselves, led the Southern states to actively advocate for new states to enter the Union as slave states. Battles over this desired balance led to legislation like the Compromise of 1850, the Missouri Compromise and the Kansas-Nebraska Act. These acts upheld the precarious balance of states, providing equal numbers of slave and free states, and importantly, protection for the rights and legislative power of slaveowners. The South seceded when threats to that balance—and the power it protected—finally seemed to permanently favor free states. 

The economic stability, standing and growth of the country, both in Southern plantations and in Northern factories, was dependent on harvested cotton. Harvested cotton was entirely dependent on the practice of slavery and the efficient labor of enslaved people. Indeed, the work product of slavery had paid off American debts after the Revolutionary War, and continued to be crucial to the economic foundation of our country. The practice of slavery and the labor of Black people established American wealth, built American cities, homes and public spaces, and established American culture. Knowing this, many defenders of Confederate monuments, and lovers of a romanticized Southern past, remember that slavery was not only a dirty pleasure of the South, but a necessity for the United States of America. These Americans feel unfairly blamed for slavery, as if white Southern ancestors were evil and greedy, rather than making the best of a system the entire citizenry willingly endorsed and relied on for decades. 

It is likely that America’s survival as a postcolonial powerhouse would have been impossible without the foundation of slavery. Enslaved people provided the expertise and labor that made the South financially great and culturally worth remembering. Our country was built by, on the bodies of, and under the creative leadership of African and African American men and women who were owned by white people. The entire country benefitted from this institution, and white Southern defensiveness about being solely blamed for two centuries of an atrocious moral lapse is logical when seen in this light. However, when powerful voices began to acknowledge the horrific nature of slavery, and tried to take active steps to free slaves and extricate themselves from this outrageously destructive bind, Southern states defended the practice to such an extent that they seceded from the Union that gave them their American identity. Despite the justifying narrative of Christian paternalism, the Confederacy was established and built on the idea of white supremacy and cruelty against Black bodies. Indeed, the Vice-President of the Confederacy, Alexander Stephens, in his Cornerstone speech, asserted his new government was built “upon the great truth that the negro is not equal to the white man; that slavery subordination to the superior race is his natural and normal condition.” Confederate soldiers fought and died to uphold a racial hierarchy, and the monuments at issue here are, by definition, representatives of this view. 

Although the South lost the war, a new war quickly began for the memory of who the South was, how slavery functioned in it, and why the physical war occurred. In the words of Robert Penn Warren: “in the moment of its death the Confederacy entered upon its immortality.” Peter Kolchin, in his definitive history American Slavery, explains that during and after Reconstruction, and later while monuments were erected, “white scholars, politicians, and publicists celebrated the virtues of a Southern civilization now ‘gone with the wind’ and sang the glories of the ‘lost cause.’ An uninformed observer of the South in 1910 might well be pardoned if he or she concluded that the Confederates had won the Civil War.” The placement of Confederate monuments all over the South solidified this created—and now lasting—memory of Southern nobility, and the "racial mastery" of those who lost the Civil War (Blight).

In forming our views on the monument debate, we need to examine our own thoughts about the South, the reasons for secession, and the place of white supremacy in our past and present. After the Civil War, the Confederacy was in shambles, economically ruined. Although the Union won, the union of states that survived was deeply weakened by the death toll, the loss of a free Southern work force, and destroyed landscapes. In an intentional choice to reconcile, the congress passed laws to forgive confederate treason, allow former confederate leaders to run for federal office, and for the South to create their own racially based laws as they reorganized as a society. Immediately after the War, during Reconstruction, the Federal government prevented the South from enshrining white supremacy into law. Many Black folks were elected to office, built thriving business, and established successful communities. This came to an end as Redemptionists struck a political deal to remove Federal oversight from Southern states. Systems of law and order based on racial hierarchies returned, and the KKK and Jim Crow ensured Black gains were lost. During the 30 years after the war ended, the South struggled, shocked at having been defeated, reeling from the abrupt erasure of the foundation of their economy, and outraged at their forced submission. They were desperate to redeem the noble purpose of the cause for which they fought the war in the first place. As the immediate sting of the Civil War faded, a new war began for the memory of the war, and the South won this conflict handily.

The narrative of the Lost Cause, shared through Southern publications, memorial days, books, films, and throughout the political arena, created a memory of the antebellum South in which the enslaved were fiercely loyal to their masters, masters were good Christians who took care of their human property with gentle, fatherly guidance, and all Southerners were committed to hospitality, Christianity, and kindness above all. Historian David Blight explains,

            The Lost Cause took root in Southern culture awash in a mixture of physical destruction, the psychological trauma of defeat, a Democratic Party resisting Reconstruction, racial violence, and, with time, an abiding sentimentalism.  On the broadest level, it came to represent a mood, or an attitude toward the past…For many Southerners it became a natural extension of evangelical piety, a civil religion that helped them link their sense of loss to a Christian conception of history.

The Lost Cause represented a Christian narrative in which masters and enslaved were friends whose relationship was built on mutual sacrifice and steady loyalty. This narrative was undermined by the fact that hundreds of thousands of slaves abandoned their masters and their plantations during the course of the war. Nevertheless, the Lost Cause asserted the enslaved were not mistreated, but they, being either helpless children or wayward beasts, needed the paternal guidance a white Christian male could offer them.  Slavery simply provided the framework that allowed generous white people to care for lost and lazy Black people.  

In their view, and for many Southerners today, the Civil War was not fought to selfishly protect slavery, but to defend a state’s right to do what is best for its people. Historian Walter Johnson clarifies,

            when slavery was over and the slave market was closed, former slaves and slaveholder alike found themselves marooned on a shoal of history.  The longings of slave holders to hold onto the past as it receded from their grasp are well-documented.  Well-known, too, is the disbelief they experienced, the sense of betrayal they talked about, when their slaves left them behind. 

The narrative of the Lost Cause created a context in which a man who owned others, who committed treason by seceding, and led an army who killed to protect the right to own, abuse and economically benefit from forcing others to do labor from which they would not profit, became a sympathetic character. After all, he was just protecting his people—property and family—from an overreaching North. He had worked so hard to take care of these poor wayward Black folks, and he sacrificed himself to protect a way of life they appreciated.

Those who nurtured the thinking of the Lost Cause soon created societies and clubs committed to memorializing their heroes. The first Confederate statues were put in place in the 1870s, but most were erected after 1890. Although confederate soldiers were not granted pensions at the same rate as their Union counterparts, they were memorialized, honored and held up as the best of the South. The organizations who commissioned them, like the United Daughters of the Confederacy, endeavored to remind every person who walked by the town square that the South laments the death of and memorializes the life of these great men who lived honorably and fought nobly for a Southern, Christian way of life that honored everyone involved, Black and white.

The North, anxious to put the country back together, allowed such intense memorializing to occur.  Indeed, twelve Confederate monuments were built for every one Union monument, shocking numbers when we remember the Union, who fought quite literally—in the words of Isaiah in foretelling the birth of Christ—to “release the captives”, won the war.  Indeed, “The Lost Cause left just such a legacy; it was not essentially inhuman in character, but its very existence depended on dehumanizing a group of people” (Blight). Part of our American history is that the South was encouraged in this revising of history, and that they built monuments to men who defended the right to ignore and erase the dignity of other human beings in the public square. While it is perhaps true that many white Southerners cherish these monuments because they celebrate a beloved homeland, the monuments themselves were erected to memorialize a mostly fabricated version of the South. In this way, the monuments symbolize the collision of Christianity, white supremacy, and loyalty, ideals that Southerners conscientiously admired and promoted. Blight argues this movement, “reinvigorates white supremacy by borrowing heavily from the plantation school of literature in promoting reminiscences of the faithful slave as a central figure in the Confederate war. Together, these arguments reinforced Southern pride.” 

The monuments’ place in society is problematic not because liberals want to rewrite history or because African Americans are sensitive; their place is fraught because of what they commemorate, then and now. Consider this: At the unveiling of General Stonewall Jackson’s monument in Richmond, Virginia in 1875, the KKK, the sponsoring group, was present. They wore hoods and carried arches which read: “Warrior, Christian, Patriot.” Knowing this past, should patriots—and Christians especially—be troubled by the version of history commemorated by confederate monuments? If we are concerned about erasing history by removing them shouldn’t we ensure we have learned all the lessons embedded in the history they honor? 

Confederate monuments were erected as a permanent public reminder of the Lost Cause, which revised the history of the South, making it a kind and loyal place, gently controlled by Christian men who protected their women and nurtured their slaves.  Many of the organizations that funded the monument movement were openly founded on the Christian legitimacy of the South and on the supremacy of the white race. We now find ourselves in a battle over this contested past. Many proponents of the Lost Cause, mostly white people who love their Southern heritage, are understandably frustrated that some non-whites, liberal whites, or Northern whites, want to remove Confederate monuments, preach CRT, and erase history. They feel defensive, as if their entire legacy is being vilified and erased by people with no right to speak into Southern history. This viewpoint makes sense if the only history of the South is the Lost Cause. 

However, most Southerners—of all races—do not know the full history of the South. They don’t know that most plantations were owned by absentee landlords, and were simply plots of land, worked by people under the lash of an overseer, with no “humanizing” white family nearby. They don’t know that Christianity and baptism were twisted and manipulated, finally shared with the enslaved only when evangelism could be used as a tool of coercion against the new converts. They don’t know that the vast majority of white people did not own slaves, and were victimized by a system that allowed huge plantations with a self-replicating work force to thrive while they struggled to get ahead. They don’t know that the institution of slavery fueled, funded and built every economic gain America experienced, and that America itself owes a deep debt of gratitude to the people of color who made America great and possible in the first place. They don’t know that statues of men who prioritized personal gain over loyalty to America were erected to honor a fabricated Southern legacy. This historical ignorance must be confronted in order to think clearly about the current Confederate monument debate.

Here are the two differing approaches to American history, confederate monuments, and educational standards:

For many, the Civil War and the Confederacy are part of our history, and the men who fought in the war were valiant warriors loyal to their families, fighting for the rights of those in their states. Honoring them has nothing to do with slavery, but instead commemorates the noble leaders who fought and died for their values in the bloodiest war America has ever known. They are part of our history, and should be remembered.

For others, the monuments of Confederate leaders honor men who betrayed their country through legislated mutiny, and then fought for the right of their fellow statesmen to own, abuse, and control every aspect of the lives of their human chattel.  For these folks, the antebellum South, the Confederacy, the flag, and the soldiers who fought for the states who seceded are all fruit of the poisoned tree of slavery. 

The past is fluid and invasive and one cannot separate part of the memory for honor when slavery was the reality that created the whole.

So what are we to do with this history? I do not think that we can praise every confederate honoree as an unblemished hero or as a despicable tyrant who should be shunned. That said, we cannot pretend that this debate is about a choice to honor history when the statues themselves were created to erase history. America is a mixed bag; we are brave and free and fair, while also being cowardly and abusive and greedy. It is problematic to pretend this debate has a side who want to ignore or erase history (those in favor of removing monuments and teaching history with an awareness of racial hierarchies) and a side who wants to learn from or honor history (those who want to preserve monuments and ban teachers from utilizing CRT). The history memorialized by confederate statues is a history created after the Civil War to erase the evil of the history that established, paid for and built our country. The status quo of public and educational historical standards is one largely defined by erasure as it stands today.

As a Southern American, I agree that we cannot erase or ignore history by removing confederate statues. We have inherited a legacy of erasing and white washing the very histories of hierarchies based on race left to us by our ancestors, and this debate gives us a chance to reckon not only with our past, but with the ways we continue to remember and disremember that past.

We are responsible, each of us, for what we do with the legacy left to us by our ancestors. 

For my part, I do see a place for confederate monuments in public life, but only if the following changes are made:

1) The monuments should be joined by other conflicted “heroes”, like enslaved folks, slave rebellion leaders, abolitionists, and leaders who spoke truth to the power of white supremacy when it was dangerous to do so. (It still is dangerous to do so, in fact.) The commemoration of others will create a robust dialogue about the role of individuals in promoting or confronting systems of injustice. America has a legacy of abusive oppression, but we also have a legacy of resistance and seeking justice for all.

2) Existing monuments should be moved to museums or accurately contextualized with posted explanations. Nathan Bedford Forrest was a brave confederate general AND a violent promoter of racial hatred as a slave trader and the Grand Wizard of the KKK. Thomas Jefferson wrote the Declaration of Independence AND forced a teenage slave he owned to have sex with him and bear many of his children, some of whom he freed while continually writing that interracial mixing was an abomination and abhorrent to God. Robert E. Lee was a tenacious general who believed slavery was “evil”, supported abolishing it, AND owned hundreds of slaves, held racist views that slavery civilized Africans and became famous killing soldiers who fought to abolish it. The question about moving statues to a museum instead of honoring them in public parks in not a question of who is willing to remember history, it is a question of who is willing to place these statues in the historical context in which the men they honor lived and died, rather than the manipulative context in which they were originally placed. 

Our history is neither all progress nor all degrading shame; we are and always have been mixed bags. We would do well to take an honest look at what our “heroes” accomplished on their best and worst days, allowing that knowledge to explain the legacy we all carry, and what we are to do with it today.

walking into mystery

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Walking deep in the woods earlier this week, a rushing sound overwhelmed my senses. Looking up at the tree cover, I paused and searched for the source. The leaves above me were still, confusing my senses as the rush of sound increased. Was wind moving leaves in another part of the woods? Was it raining high above my protected head? Was a plane nearby? I looked up. I looked around. I did not find the answer, but the mystery made me present. I lost myself in that moment.

Mystery is marvelous.

Frederick Law Olmsted was a landscape architect and designer of public spaces. The impact of his thinking on how a park can transform an urban environment is all around us, whether we know to thank him or not. A lasting monument to his genius sits in the middle of the largest metro area in the United States: New York’ Central Park. Designed with Calvert Vaux, the park was first opened in 1858.

Olmsted believed immersion in the natural world restores us. He understood, even in the urban stress of the nineteenth century, that crowded efficiency cannot sustain the human spirit. He was convinced that the state had a duty to create communal, natural spaces that literally interrupted the rushed patterns of the city’s residents. How much more do we need his wise intervention in our twenty-first century?

We are not sustained through accomplishment and business alone. Concrete achieves, but nature grounds us, awakening our senses in baffling but restoring ways. We need the pause that a natural landscape provides. For those who seek solace in the Bible, you’ll find this truth uttered pretty regularly by God and God’s prophets as well. There is mystery in making meaning of life. Purpose, intention and accomplishment matter. Working, creating and improving matter. However, so do wondering and stillness. In the design thinking of God and Olmsted, restful meandering restores dignity as well. Dessert solitude prepares us for excellent communal living. Quiet time in a garden provides strength for a difficult task ahead. Parks remind us to trust this mystery: Slow, present rest equips us for good work.

Olmsted designed mystery into his parks. Like most landscape architects, he was an artist. He knew that while many of us crave order, what we need is to be overwhelmed, even lost. To be reoriented through disorientation. Olmsted would have rolled his eyes at the beauty of Disney-esque, ultra-ordered and symmetrical landscapes. Instead, he wanted the average New Yorker to feel disoriented but curious in every inch of the park. He wanted meandering pathways, rolling hills where the way forward was obscured, sightlines so crowded with trees and boulders that a person couldn’t see the building from which they exited. Olmsted centered mystery in the heart of his design. We can work to find comfort in the not knowing that surrounds us. Allow this truth to seep into the way you interact with others. Conversations are much more fun if you don’t try to predict where they will go. Instead of saying all the things you know, try listening to what you don’t know.

Remind yourself that mystery can disorient us in deeply restorative ways, and then let that fuel you as you walk into the woods or discuss society with another person.

 Olmsted believed that public parks create community. Now, as then, we follow patterns that segregate us by race, class, and mobility. Public parks can be one of the few points of intersection in our shared Venn Diagram. Olmsted used the language of aristocrat and commoner, and the terms still convey the meaning he intended. In a park, poor kids and rich kids take turns on the monkey bars. Wealthy folks and struggling folks throw out a blanket and enjoy a picnic. Country Club moms and working-two-jobs moms walk or run, venting to a friend. Public parks bring people together. Moreover, interacting in a park helps us appreciate others without having to figure them out. We stumble in to trusting others, satisfied with what we see without having to explain the mystery of what we don’t.

Embracing mystery in a public park reminds us we belong to a big community that helps provide for us whether we intentionally vet and include each person or not.

So many of us have worked to eliminate mystery from our lives. We get notifications the moment someone asks a question of us. Our lives are controlled by Siri giving us directions, or Alexa telling us when to start the meeting. We are tracked by our computers, and thank Google for completing our sentences. We block people who source news differently than we do, choosing to buzz comfortably in our own hives.

The mysterious rushing noise I heard in the woods this week reminded me of the wisdom of a man who died before our current way of being in the world could even be imagined. His wisdom holds (as it reflects the wisdom of God). Allow yourself to be interrupted by mystery. Leave the sidewalk and wander into grass. Take your earbuds out and hear what you hear. Look up from your phone and see what you see. Look around at the mysterious creatures surrounding you and appreciate them before you categorize them as worthwhile or worthless. Notice the moments in your life when the path forward is unclear, and enjoy the mystery of not knowing what will come next. Appreciate the fact that you are surrounded by unfamiliar spaces and faces. Walk into your own journey without the burden of needing to predict every step. Embrace the wisdom of Olmsted. Allow the mystery of the rushing wind to stop you in your tracks.

 I did not discover the source of the rushing noise that day in the woods. I didn’t have to. Instead, I appreciated the moment that took me out of head, while grounding me in my body. We don’t have to understand a thing to appreciate it. Sometimes it is enough to know that a given space offers Holy Ground. That a given moment becomes eternally present with the source of life. When we can’t see beyond the next curve, and we don’t fully understand the person before us, let’s accept the invitation into restoring mystery. Look up, listen attentively, lean in.