Chattanooga - Karen Mooney & Pam Rumancik
Today starts the next part of this journey, I move from - What do I believe to - Who do I serve.
Service - such a dicey thing.
I always remember this story from my grandfather. Traveling/working in the late 1940's he moved around the world collecting game birds for release here in the US. When working in India he found himself enraged by the sight of modern tractors tilling the land. As the sun shone through one hundred years of top soil he could only shake his head. The farmer and workers standing next to him were simply stunned into silence. The Peace Corp was helping to modernize India, to bring them into a place where they could feed their population. They were bringing what everyone wants - progress. They were bringing what we believe everyone wants - right?
I have learned that sometimes I "serve" others to feel better about the choices I have made for myself.
Sometimes my service is not desired or is not what is needed. Often I do not think to stop and ask that simple question - what would help?
Sometimes I serve to get away from my own fear of standing still within the ambiguity of my life.
Who do I serve?
Who do I wish to serve?
Like this bush cut in half to get it out of the way of cars picking up cheep fast food I wonder what I will find inside the reality of serving.
What am I called to that will be cut back to allow shameless consumption?
What am I called to that will be revealed only when the obnoxious occurs?
Today starts the next part of this journey, I move from - What do I believe to - Who do I serve.
Service - such a dicey thing.
I always remember this story from my grandfather. Traveling/working in the late 1940's he moved around the world collecting game birds for release here in the US. When working in India he found himself enraged by the sight of modern tractors tilling the land. As the sun shone through one hundred years of top soil he could only shake his head. The farmer and workers standing next to him were simply stunned into silence. The Peace Corp was helping to modernize India, to bring them into a place where they could feed their population. They were bringing what everyone wants - progress. They were bringing what we believe everyone wants - right?
I have learned that sometimes I "serve" others to feel better about the choices I have made for myself.
Sometimes my service is not desired or is not what is needed. Often I do not think to stop and ask that simple question - what would help?
Sometimes I serve to get away from my own fear of standing still within the ambiguity of my life.
Who do I wish to serve?
Like this bush cut in half to get it out of the way of cars picking up cheep fast food I wonder what I will find inside the reality of serving.
What am I called to that will be cut back to allow shameless consumption?
What am I called to that will be revealed only when the obnoxious occurs?
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