I’m curious to know who spends their money funding extensive (albeit comical!) productions like this when there are a few slightly more pressing needs in our world. Regardless, whoever it is sure asks a brilliant question…What do you think the fox says?
“When we are like little children, with the openness the child has up until the age for school, then we retain our ability to be creators, our willingness to be open, to believe.
I need not belabor the point that to retain our childlike openness does not mean to be childish. Only the most mature of us are able to be childlike. And to be able to be childlike involves memory; we must never forget any part of ourselves. As of this writing I am sixty-one years old in chronology. But I am not an isolated, chronological numerical statistic. I am sixty-one, and I am also four, and twelve, and fifteen, and twenty-three, and thirty-one, and forty-five, and…and…and…
If we lose any part of ourselves, we are thereby diminished. If I cannot be thirteen and sixty-one simultaneously, part of me has been taken away.” —Madeleine L’Engle, Walking on Water: Reflections on Faith and Art
At that time the disciples came to Jesus and asked, “Who, then, is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?” He called a little child to him, and placed the child among them. And he said: “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. —Matthew 18: 1-3
Are you embracing all of your ages?
Knowing of my current fascination with all things Texas, a friend sent me a quote today out of a Katharine Hepburn personal biography she’s reading. Her text put a big grin on my face.
Who can fault Katharine for hiding her girlish affections from that rugged 6’4″ hunk of a man? Surely we can all relate—whether it’s butterflies, criticisms, admiration or envy, it’s human nature (and often healthy) to keep “embarrassing” or “unacceptable” thoughts and feelings tucked privately within.
I wonder how differently this world would look if all of our insides consistently matched our outsides, and if everyone chose to share openly rather than to screen. I wonder if always knowing how others truly felt would be freeing or unbearably overwhelming.
But more importantly, having now heard of Katharine’s tender heart towards the Duke, I sure wonder how he felt about her.
What are you keeping hidden inside?
Yesterday morning I had a chance to watch the live stream of the George W. Bush Presidential Library dedication ceremony. I particularly enjoyed President Clinton’s wisecracks about W.’s nude self-portraits (if you didn’t catch his speech, the digs start at 2:24 in the video below), mostly because they revealed W.’s endearing ability to laugh at himself (2:47). What a wonderful way to live.
Observing all five living U.S. Presidents sitting on stage alongside one another also led me to consider the enormous stress each of these men have had to weather over the years. The daily decisions, responsibilities, worries, wounds, speeches, criticisms, missteps, setbacks, disagreements, attacks, obstacles, failures, fears, blunders, stalemates, wars, budgets, schedules…not to mention the pressures of trying to fulfill their family roles as husbands and fathers. Their burdens seem beyond comprehension.
Sometimes I’m tempted to think my own life is too tough, but yesterday I was reminded yet again that my load is actually quite light, and that political leaders surely need serious prayer support, both from those near to them and those far away.
Do you laugh at yourself and pray for your leaders?