…but it was me, all along.
There were two mirrors in the room where my Thursday morning tai chi class was held last week. No matter where I looked, there I was. But I never watch myself in the mirror when doing tai chi because it feels like I am fighting against myself – (and then there are those spacial and body image issues that we can explore another time )– but then I thought, whenever we are fighting, aren’t we fighting ourselves? Even on a global stage, aren’t we fighting our inability or unwillingness to see something from someone else’s point of view?
Are there things worth fighting for? Mothe and I had a good-natured discussion on this during our regularly scheduled Saturday morning phone call. We have been having a lot of “good-natured discussions” lately. I think my mom suspects that chemo-brain has turned me into a wild liberal. She might be right. But, although I continue to avoid national and international news, I have been thinking about war and peace a lot lately, and wondering what we are called to do when we see injustice in this world.
Are we required to fight to preserve our way of life, to protect innocent lives elsewhere? Sarah has said that she thinks that Augustine and Aquinas were just crafty enough to develop a “just war theory” that in effect says that there is no such thing as a just war. Huh!
But maybe, rather than fighting to get across our point of view, we are called to radically live out our beliefs, and let them stand on their own merits. What would it look like if we were to love God with our whole hearts, our whole minds and our whole selves and our neighbors as ourselves? What would it look like if all of us who believe in the dignity and preciousness of human life were to do all that we could to create “a world where we can dedicate our resources to the development of human life and not to its destruction” (Benazir Bhutto), “a world where human life is always loved and defended and every form of violence banished” (John Paul II)?
“It is not the mountain we conquer but ourselves.” ~Edmund Hillary