Taking a Closer Look

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What a moth! This is the photo husband Paul took back in July 2011.

One evening, about 6 years ago, Paul called me over to see a gorgeous winged insect resting on one of our screen doors. What I saw changed me forever.

It turned out to be a Mango Hawk moth (Amplypterus panopus) with a wingspan of 12 cm – almost 5 inches. The beauty of its colours and patterns literally brought tears to my eyes.

We had just moved house, and now lived on a wooded hillside. As no other homes had been built here yet, and there were no street lamps either, at night we were literally the only light on the hill. That meant an incredible treasury of insect visitors, including many, many species of moth.

After the first few weeks of constantly asking Paul to come and take photos of our moth guests (Paul being the professional photographer in our family), I realized it was time to learn how to do it myself. And so began the delightful hobby of insect macrophotography…

Total photo collection so far: https://www.flickr.com/photos/annvanwijgerden/

Moths must be one of the most misunderstood and most maligned creatures on our planet. Be honest: what are the first words that spring to mind when you think of a moth?

ugly

boring

stuffy

a nuisance

a destroyer of clothing

Okay, the offspring of a tiny minority of species of moth may chew a hole or two in a piece of cloth if given the chance.

But the biggest misrepresentation of these creatures concerns their appearance: after all, aren’t they the ugly cousins of the butterfly?

If only we would bother to take a closer look… (*)

That’s the insect world.

How about the world of our fellow human beings?

Would we find any similar ‘blind spots’ in our thinking? Are there people groups, races, cultures, countries, regions, neighbourhoods, neighbours, even family members whom we misunderstand and malign, mostly because we haven’t bothered to take a closer look.

If only we would.

Their beauty just might bring us to tears.

 

(*) Some of my personal favourites:

https://www.flickr.com/photos/annvanwijgerden/albums/72157627551061728

https://www.flickr.com/photos/annvanwijgerden/albums/72157627192380194

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Sound bites & shortcuts

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This drive of mine to reduce everything to a sound bite can be profoundly misleading. The stuff of greatest value surely cannot be understood and explained that easily. Dare I risk the sacred not being taken seriously for what it is?

“Don’t reduce holy mysteries to slogans. In trying to be relevant, you’re only being cute and inviting sacrilege.”

(The Message; Matthew 7:6)

And then there is the absurdity of feeding my soul fast food:

“Don’t look for shortcuts to God. The market is flooded with surefire, easygoing formulas for a successful life that can be practiced in your spare time. Don’t fall for that stuff, even though crowds of people do. The way to life—to God!—is vigorous and requires total attention.”

(The Message; Matthew 7: 13 & 140)

These sound bites and shortcuts are like processed food: so convenient, yet ultimately so unwholesome and out of touch with the messy, mysterious God-glorious truth.

 

 

 

Experiencing “life instead of information” (Part 3)

 

On Bubble Cars and Recalibrating Reality

My attachment and interaction with a handheld device shapes my own little ‘bubble car’, insulating, and isolating me. Like a sci-fi, high-tech device, it pops out and over me, this plastic bubble on wheels.

(When Pokémon Go launched a whole population outside – it was a veritable traffic jam of bubble car drivers.)

This little vehicle takes me places, but not necessarily places I want to go.

For example, anger. Moral outrage can be like a hyper-energy drink; it has great potential to stir me into actual action. But within the confines of my tech-induced bubble, it spirals out of control into road rage, twisting my understanding, where folks in ‘the other camp’ are the mortal enemy.

Another example is disconnection. George Monbiot has an epic-level warning about this in his article ‘Screened Out’ (Guardian, 1st March 2017):

“For some of those immersed in virtual worlds, everything loses its meaning – even racism and fascism.
Everything is possible. Nothing is possible. Nothing hurts any more, until the consequences crash through the screen. Immersed almost permanently in virtual worlds, we cannot check what we are told against tangible reality. Is it any wonder that we live in a post-truth era, when we are bereft of experience?
It is no longer rare to meet adults who have never swum except in a swimming pool, never slept except in a building, never run a mile or climbed a mountain, have never been stung by a bee or a wasp, broken a bone or needed stitches. Without a visceral knowledge of what it is to be hurt and healed, exhausted and resolute, freezing and ecstatic, we lose our reference points. We are separated from the world by a layer of glass. Climate change, distant wars, the erosion of democracy, the resurgence of fascism – in our temperature-controlled enclosures, all can be reduced to abstractions…
Once people retreat into the land behind the headset, in which they can no longer even see or hear what surrounds them, they are likely to become still less connected with the real world…
In a fiendishly complex world, the only hope we have of assessing competing claims is often to draw on our own experience. Without experience, we are lost…
This is about what it is to be human, what it is to lose that essential element of our existence: our contact with the real world. The political, social and environmental consequences are currently beyond reckoning.”

Lord, help us reconnect!

And it starts with the simplest of things…
When we put down our devices, there’s a refocusing that takes place. Like putting on reading glasses, the letters jump back into focus. It’s also a recalibrating, re-kaleidescoping phenomenon. First our senses – sight and hearing literally re-focus. But it also involves our minds and the awareness of everything around us.
We’re opening up the hatch of our bubble cars and stepping out into the fresh air.

As the Proverbial Policeman would say:

“Sir, Ma’am, drop what you’re holding, step away from the car, exhale in this bag, and show me you can still walk in a straight line.”

 

“Transformation is hard stuff”

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Blessings sometimes pop out from surprising corners in our lives, don’t they. Even social media apps might occasionally sound like the voice of God!

A recent case in point from the ‘Your memories on Facebook’ thingy… You know the one?
“… [your name]…, we care about you and the memories that you share here. We thought that you’d like to look back on this post from …. years ago.”

This particular memory was from 2011. And it’s one of those truths that get only truer with time:

“And the work of God is rarely dull, but it’s not always necessarily what we think. Transformation is hard stuff. Seeking to bring about the kingdom of God — caring for the poor, feeding the hungry, visiting prisoners, caring for the sick, renouncing demons in God’s name — you don’t do that in a 15-minute lunch break.”
– Enuma Okoro

Six years later, I’m only more convinced that our journeys of both personal transformation and social transformation are:

unexpectedly
longer,
more darned difficult
and more incredibly exciting,
leading us to places never anticipated.

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‘The Filipino is worth dying for’

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‘The Filipino is worth dying for’(*)

NOTHING is worth killing him for

A perverse twist to a noble ideal is upon us. And who bats an eyelid? Does anyone care which side of history we will find ourselves on – with retrospect, even five years from now?

Meanwhile a number of determined journalists persist in trying to hold society accountable, knowing that most don’t want to know. Knowing that one day…

In a New York Times article entitled ‘Death on the Night Shift in Duterte’s Manila’ (Feb 22, 2017) Miguel Syjuco writes:

“‘It’s the new normal,’ a photojournalist told me. ‘It’s easier and cheaper to kill them. We can only document it, for a time when Filipinos have regained their sanity.'”

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(*)“I have asked myself many times: Is the Filipino worth suffering, or even dying, for? Is he not a coward who would readily yield to any colonizer, be he foreign or homegrown? Is a Filipino more comfortable under an authoritarian leader because he does not want to be burdened with the freedom of choice? Is he unprepared, or worse, ill-suited for presidential or parliamentary democracy?

I have carefully weighed the virtues and the faults of the Filipino and I have come to the conclusion that he is worth dying for because he is the nation’s greatest untapped resource.”

Benigno S. Aquino, Jr. on August 4, 1980 in New York City, USA.

Experiencing “life instead of information” (Part 2)

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The idea of ‘learning to master my devices before they master me’ is not a new one. But in these days of news and opinion overload, how much more do I need to know how to silence my machinery…

I love this:

“When Jesus saw his ministry drawing huge crowds, he climbed a hillside. Those who were apprenticed to him, the committed, climbed with him. Arriving at a quiet place, he sat down and taught his climbing companions.”

– The Message; Matthew 5:1,2

What Jesus is about to share with his climbing companions will change their lives forever…

But what really grabs my attention here is how Jesus, and those who want to listen to him, go off in the opposite direction from the huge crowds. They climb a hillside and find a quiet place.
No huge crowds.

What’s my equivalent of climbing a hillside, of finding a quiet place?

It’s very simple. It’s very close by. And a bit (!) radical.

That quiet hillside happens when I put down the cell phone, or the tablet, when I close the laptop, turn off the TV, and leave the “huge crowds” behind.

And if the silence needs to be broken, let it be talking with others, talking with myself, talking with God. Community. Reflection. Prayer. These will keep me sane.

Confessional moment: I’m using “I”, “me” and “my” with good reason, as I’m one of the world’s worst at this. The irony here is that I’m fortunate enough to live literally on a green hillside (*), yet frequently find myself trapped behind a device; I don’t see the trees for the text.

… How about we go off and enjoy a hillside break – right NOW!

(*) Hence the sunset photos: https://www.flickr.com/photos/annvanwijgerden/

Experiencing “life instead of information” (part 1)

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Do you find that, in our lives on the virtual frontier, we regularly need to press the pause button? If we don’t stop and reflect, I wonder, will that doomsday scenario of the many sci-fi adventures we (I !) grew up reading, eventually come to pass? You remember those stories of computers taking over the world?

There’s a certain inevitability in life: “if you don’t set the priorities, they’ll be set for you, and they won’t be good ones”. This ‘law’ seems to apply not only to, for example, parenting and personal goals, but also to our technology. Either we learn to master it, or it will master us. And I, for one, refuse to give up the option of pressing that pause button…

This reminds me of an astonishingly prophetic Newsweek article written by David Brooks over fifteen years ago. Way back in 2001 to be precise. It was called ‘Time to Do Everything Except Think’. We were then living in the Netherlands, and for about a year, I used this article while giving English lessons to Dutch business folk, (admittedly, the more advanced students), as a comprehension exercise and discussion starter. I saw it not only as a brilliant, imaginative piece of writing, but also as a great ‘conversation provoker’. It presented such a weird view of the future; that we’d be our own worst enemies in not even allowing ourselves enough time to think. Then I misplaced the article and completely forgot about it. About five or six years later it turned up while I was going through old lesson material. And that’s when the astonishment hit. What Mr Brooks had written about was not some kind of paranoid, science-fiction joke. Far from it. Far, far from it. It was prophetic, it was true, it was already happening. In fact, if anything, he had underestimated the scope of the thing: it wasn’t to be just the business people entrapped by their devices. It would be… everyone.

Anyway, before I give everything away, have a read for yourselves… And tell me that this isn’t a warning – dressed in delightful humor, by the way; a warning that only grows more relevant by the day:

(Not the complete article.)
“Time to Do Everything Except Think; 
Multitasking, checking your e-mail, operating at peak RPMs: you’ve become addicted to wireless life – and it has a cost. By David Brooks (NEWSWEEK, 30 April 2001)

Somewhere up in the canopy of society, way above where normal folks live, there will soon be people who live in a state of perfect wirelessness. They’ll have mobile phones that download the Internet, check scores and trade stocks. They’ll have Palm handhelds that play music, transfer photos and get Global Positioning System readouts. They’ll have laptops on which they watch movies, listen to baseball games and check inventory back at the plant. In other words, every gadget they own will perform all the functions of all the other gadgets they own, and they will be able to do it all anywhere, any time….

Never being out of touch means never being able to get away. But Wireless Man’s problem will be worse than that. His brain will have adapted to the tempo of wireless life. Every 15 seconds there is some new thing to respond to. Soon he has this little rhythm machine in his brain. He does everything fast. He answers e-mails fast and sloppily. He’s bought the fastest machines, and now the idea of waiting for something to download is a personal insult. His brain is operating at peak RPMs.

(While on holiday:…) He sits amid nature’s grandeur and says, “It’s beautiful. But it’s not moving. I wonder if I got any new voice mails.” He’s addicted to the perpetual flux of the information networks. He craves his next data fix. He’s a speed freak, an info junkie. He wants to slow down, but can’t.

Today’s business people live in an overcommunicated world. There are too many Web sites, too many reports, too many bits of information bidding for their attention. The successful ones are forced to become deft machete wielders in this jungle of communication. They ruthlessly cut away at all the extraneous data that are encroaching upon them. They speed through their tasks so they can cover as much ground as possible, answering dozens of e-mails at a sitting and scrolling past dozens more. After all, the main scarcity in their life is not money; it’s time. They guard every precious second, the way a desert wanderer guards his water.

The problem with all this speed, and the frantic energy that is spent using time efficiently, is that it undermines creativity. After all, creativity is usually something that happens while you’re doing something else: when you’re in the shower your brain has time to noodle about and create odd connections that lead to new ideas. But if your brain is always multitasking, or responding to techno-prompts, there is no time or energy for undirected mental play. Furthermore, if you are consumed by the same information loop circulating around everyone else, you don’t have anything to stimulate you into thinking differently. You don’t have time to read the history book or the science book that may actually prompt you to see your own business in a new light. You don’t have access to unexpected knowledge. You’re just swept along in the same narrow current as everyone else, which is swift but not deep.

So here’s how I’m going to get rich. I’m going to design a placebo machine. It’ll be a little gadget with voice recognition and everything. Wireless People will be able to log on and it will tell them they have no messages. After a while, they’ll get used to having no messages. They’ll be able to experience life instead of information. They’ll be able to reflect instead of react. My machine won’t even require batteries.”

A note on the healthy interplay of fact and fiction

AgfaPhoto There is fiction, in the sense of story, which has a high calling, a divine role in our lives: taking us by the hand it leads us into the depths of the facts.

And God knows we love a good story. Apparently, so does He, especially when it helps open our hearts and minds to reality.

“That’s why I tell stories: to create readiness, to nudge the people toward receptive insight.”

– The Message; Matthew 13:13

Rhythms of Grace

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What an invitation…:

“Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly.”

– The Message; Matthew 11: 28-30