Wanted: Sages and Wise Men

You don't have to look too closely to see we're in a major time of transition.  Roy Williams likes to mention (here in 2003, here in 2008) that we go through a major cultural shift in the West every 40 years, like the swinging of a pendulum.  Everyone remembers the 60's as one of these times, and another began around the turn of the new millennium.  For more on this theory check out Generations by Strauss and Howe.

Adding an intensity to this significant time of change is the introduction of new mediums for communication.  The internet is also changing not just how we communicate but how we think as well.  The last major revolution in communication began with the invention of the printing press and resulted in the period known as the Enlightenment.  I think it's safe to say we've yet to see or understand much of the significant change that will result from this time period.

These changes however, and the increase of the rate of change, create exaggerate generational gaps and open gaps in communication.  We no longer make one 50 year plan, instead we make 1, 3, and 5 year plans.  We're so busy moving forward that we don't have enough time to look back and we tend to devalue the wisdom of those who've gone before us because we view our time as so radically new.

There is truth there, but there is also danger.  Things are new and different, but the patterns are similar.  If we don't seek out their wisdom we'll be stuck exploring frontiers that have already been mapped.  History rhymes and if we forget that we'll only waste time discovering it again.  We need to intentionally seek out sages, wise men and women.  To learn is to grow, and those who've been through the often painful process of growth are usually the best teachers.

Our community here at Haus Bethanien is a young one.  Ages range from 18 months to 36, and the average age of adults is just over 30.  We have relatively diverse backgrounds and together a good depth of cultural, spiritual, and life experience.  We're passionate, opinionated, and committed.  But we're missing something.

Mark and I were talking the other day about what we hope for our community and this subject came up.  We'd really like to find an older couple or few more experienced men or women who would be interested in exploring the future as a part of our community.  I know it wouldn't be easy.  We might be loud sometimes, our schedules might not match up real well, and there would probably be communication problems too but I can't help but think we need it.

Do you know anybody who you think would put up with us?
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Posted 2 months ago

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Ruhe

Ruhe is the German word for rest.

Rest has been a challenging and intriguing idea coloring my life the last few years.

I say idea because I'm not entirely sure how to describe it. It hasn't been a focus because I've lost it too often. It hasn't been a theme because I've deviated so much. It hasn't been a passion, practice, or soapbox so I'm sticking with idea, and just so we're clear I think it's a good one.

If you asked me, I might even say I value rest. I often think of its benefits and am quick to suggest it to friends, many times like a panacea. However, I personally don't really rest that often. Not significant, restorative time away for perspective and preparation. Of course I do have periods of inactivity but they're more aptly described as worrying, procrastinating, or lacking intentionality.

Recently I've been reminded that what you believe and what you value are reflected more accurately in your actions than your words. My actions tell me I don't really value rest. Doing, achieving, and the perception of usefulness attained by being busy are more likely my values. Rest is good but there are too many things on my list, too many situations I could use to prove I'm useful.

I recently spent a busy weekend in Cologne helping friends with an event called Ruhe. The idea: weaving video, poetry, interactive installations, silence, and stillness together; creating space for people to explore and experience rest in the midst of their everyday, hectic pace of life.

The contrast, between my schedule and the event's tranquility, was a striking reminder.

I often don't value what I see value in.

A few pictures from Ruhe:

               
Click here to download:
Ruhe_tag_Germany.zip (211 KB)

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Posted 5 months ago

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Moving Home

Home has been a fluid concept for me personally over the last seven years or so.  Home for many people is either, 1) where they live or 2) where their family lives.  Easy, right?  Well since 2003, I've lived in ten different places on three continents and in six different states; and my family has moved three times.  "Where's home?" has been a difficult question to answer.  Returning home is usually something people look forward to, I just wasn't sure where to look.

Aside from struggling to answer the question when asked, I hadn't much thought about the concept of home until last year.  One day, visiting friends outside of Cologne, I took a walk with my friend Anne and we talked about home.  Climbing up to the top of a hill near her house, she told me how for the last five generations home had been right there on that hill.  As far back as her family could remember, their home had been within thirty km of where we were standing.

I was floored.  Starting to count the places my family had lived in the last five generations, I ran out of fingers and toes.  Twice.  I knew my situation was somewhat atypical, but I couldn't imagine how different my concept of home would be if my history were hers.  The depth of her story seemed so significant.  I always liked moving around so much, but her experience made me question if I was missing something.  Moving every couple of months to a different place for the last two years, I started to long for a deeper answer to the question, "Where's home?"

Hemmingway used to say, when a man loves a place and it feels like home, anytime a man can feel that, it's where he's meant to go.  Ever since I first came to Germany in 2003, I knew I felt something different - something significant.  I was never ready to leave, always looking forward to the next time I could come back; I was at peace here more than anywhere else.  I've tried explaining it many times, but the closest I can get is to say that my soul feels at rest here.  I love it, this place and that feeling, and I'm beginning to think that's what home feels like.

So as I moved into 2010, I finally moved home.  There is no scheduled next place, no return ticket.  Though I'll miss seeing spread out friends and family as often, staying in touch isn't as hard as we make it out to be.  I don't have to worry any longer about what to bring, where I'll stay, or how I'll get around in the next town.  I get to focus on being here, on being home.  After seven years and ten different places, that's something I'm looking forward to.

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Posted 6 months ago

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