My aspirations to health and fitness often strike at peculiar times, which, along with the patience and forbearance of a faithful friend, accounts for our predicament on a wet and darkening Sunday afternoon shortly before Christmas.
The route up Mill Hill had been a (relatively) simple thing. Place one foot in front of the other, aided by my trusty walking sticks, stop often to catch my breath while friend manages to look as if she鈥檚 still enjoying the outing, place one foot in front of the other鈥� At last, the cairn at the top. We shake the rain from our hoods, look along the brass sight lines, imagining Mt Douglas there, Mt Baker there. Now, on the way down, the trail seems to play hide and seek. It starts out easy to follow but gradually the brush above our well-worn path closes in, revealing a trail more fit for deer or rabbits. Still. If we keep going downhill we鈥檙e bound to hit the main trail. We鈥檙e dressed for the weather and if all else fails, we鈥檒l come out to a road and make our way back to the car. At last. Here the trail looks clearer, though steeper. A fence. A house. We鈥檒l just knock and ask for directions. Seeing us and anticipating our request, a man comes out into the rain. Yes, you can get there from here 鈥� about three kilometers along a labyrinth of local roads or if you can locate the right trail, just head through the bush. 鈥淲hat would you do?鈥� asks friend. 鈥淲ell,鈥� says our benefactor, 鈥淚 would hope that someone would offer to lead me to the right turning on the trail.鈥� And goes inside to don his raincoat and collect the dog, who鈥檚 due for a walk anyway. Forty-five minutes later we鈥檙e back at the car, grateful, wet and headed for home. Just a simple act of kindness.
鈥淐lothe yourselves with heartfelt compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience.鈥� 鈥� Colossians 3:12.听
These words of encouragement were given to a newly formed community as a reminder of how to grow in the Creator鈥檚 image, becoming one people not bound by worldly binaries of them-and-us, good guys and bad guys; connected only by our common humanity.听Cultures the world over recognize this compassionate interconnectedness as the foundation of a flourishing community.听In Nuu-chah-nulth tradition it is听Hishuk ish听tswalk: everyone and everything is connected.听Desmond Tutu calls听Ubuntu听the essence of being human: generous, hospitable, friendly, caring and compassionate. 鈥淵ou share what you have. My humanity is inextricably bound up in yours.鈥�
So what is it that so often keeps me from that generous impulse, that will-to-kindness that my heart desires? I have concluded while occasionally it is impatience or self-centeredness, most often it is fear. Fear of the stranger. Fear of being hurt, rejected, shamed. Fear of losing what I鈥檝e struggled so hard to accumulate. Maybe even fear of being changed. In the inner-city community where my heart and work take me 鈥� where many contend with poverty, trauma, brokenness or addictions 鈥� one might assume fear is a given. Yet surprisingly, there is often less fear among members of our community than in more affluent parts of town. What continually amazes me is not that there are occasional incidents of anger or aggression, but that there is generally so much kindness and generosity. Maybe this year I could let go of the fear that shackles me. It鈥檚 a lot more attainable resolution than getting fit.
鈥淲hen I was young, I admired clever people. Now that I鈥檓 old, I admire kind people.鈥澨齸 Rabbi Abraham Joshua Heschel
Julianne Kasmer is part of the Spiritual Care Team at Our Place Society
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This article was published in the print edition of the Times Colonost on Saturday, February 2ns 2019
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