There are many different metaphors people have used to
describe life. Within spirituality some
tried and true metaphors have been journey and pilgrimage. Both metaphors function well to characterize
life as it is lived from womb to tomb.
Of those metaphors, I like journey better. It seems true to me that every person does a
journey through life. To be born
inevitably begins the journey. We have
no other choice. We are not able to do
anything buy cry, eat, poop and sleep!
We cannot even get up and leave home till we already are one
year old. Very few nine month olds can
even get mad and crawl out the house! So
those early days of our journeys are always with someone’s help. And for many folks the end of the journey
also is negotiated with other’s help. I
recall both of my parents moving into the hospice situation and being nearly
helpless to continue their few remaining days on their own.
But there is usually that big gap between infancy and the
ending of life when we are able to function as we choose and on our own, if we
choose. We have apparent freedom to be
what we want and do what we want. I say
“apparent” here, because all of us know deep down we do not have complete
freedom. There are some predictabilities
in our journeys to which we would say “no,” if we could. Sickness would be an obvious example.
So journey is one metaphor…and it is a good one. However, another favorite metaphor for living
life is adventure. In fact, I like this
one better than journey. The metaphor of
adventure adds some zest and pizzazz to our understanding of our unfolding
life. Anybody can make the journey. But to do it as an adventure is a different
order of living. We might say that journey is living; adventure is really living!
I would lift up two characteristics of adventure that makes
life zesty. The first of these
characteristics is risk. Just to mention this word probably makes some
of us uneasy and a little scared. We
would minimize or eradicate the risk in our lives, if we could. Since we usually cannot do this completely,
we could perform what my business friend calls “risk management.”
To talk this way makes risk negative. But what if risk sometimes is the doorway to
positive? I prefer to see it this
way. In fact I think anyone one who has
learned anything about love has taken risks.
Learning to love is not learning to control, but learning to be
vulnerable. Furthermore, I think the
desire to become deeply spiritual necessarily entails a willingness to become a
risk-taker. We usually call that
“faith!”
The second characteristic of adventure is that of
excitement. Simply being on a journey is
not exciting. But if you embark on an
adventure, there is usually some tinge of excitement in the air. There is normally some hint of remarkable
possibilities. This is the pizzazz I
mentioned earlier. And then it hit me!
I now see why so many of us talk about our spiritual
journey. It probably is just that…it is
a journey as I have described it. Being
spiritual as a journey is ok. It will
get us from here to there. It will make
our trip from womb to tomb acceptable and, possibly, meaningful. But it is more controlled and usually more
predictable. We may not really be up for
embracing the fresh winds of the spirit.
We would prefer a more placid breeze.
And then there are those who are engaged in a spiritual
adventure. They have stepped into the
fresh winds of the spirit. They are
risk-takers. Surely Jesus had an
adventure. And it crashed on the
cross…but God, what a life…literally!
The spiritual adventure has excitement. It can be remarkable. It delivers zest and potentially deep meaning
to our lives and others. I now know I am
shifting metaphors for my remaining days.
I am not against journeying…but I want adventure. What about you?
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