Thursday, May 17, 2012

Tourist vs. Adventurer

“The traveler sees what he sees, the tourist sees what he has come to see.” -G. K. Chesterton

My initial thoughts stem from a conversation that I had the other night with a friend a couple of evenings ago. I was arguing that travelers are lame and that vagabonds/drifters/gypsies/nomads were much better. I mean, come on, they have a cooler name, they have a more adventuresome outlook on life, they’re counter-cultural, and the argument goes on and on. But this is not the case. I formally relinquish the defense of my previous perspective on this particular contention. The term traveler is an umbrella term, used to cover every type of person that moves from Point A to Point B. Thus, gypsies, vagabonds, drifters, and nomads are types of travelers. All gypsies/vagabonds/drifters/nomads are adventurers; but not all travelers are adventurers. After all, there are those dreadful lot that we call tourists. With that, I think that we all can agree on one more thing: tourists suck.

A tourist has a plan. A tourist goes to the Grand Canyon to see the Grand Canyon, the hawks, the sunrise and sunset, to hike a couple short hikes, etc. There’s not much to be said about the tourist. He will have pictures at the end of his trip but his experience is radically different from the traveler, the adventurer.

The traveler is an adventurer. What he sees is his adventure. There are no plans, no agendas, no pretenses, no expectations. Everything that happens is the adventure. The traveler will see the Canyon, the hawks, the sunrise and sunset. But that’s not all he’ll experience. The traveler’s travels are more than what meets the eye. Oh, yes! The traveler experiences the road, feels the Canyon, is the sunset. There is a perfect union between the experiencer and the experienced. In fact, the individual becomes the experience!

Have you ever gone to Colorado with no plan? Have you gone on a date with no idea where you’ll be taken? Have you ever just gotten in a car and drove? Have you closed your eyes but stayed awake for ten minutes? Have you ever seriously tried to pray in silence by yourself to a God? Be honest: have you ever really felt alive?

The more I think about it, the more I think that adventuring is a mind set. I reckon that it's possible to go on a planned adventure. But in order for it to be an adventure you must be willing for the plan to change, adapt to the circumstances, add to, take away from. An adventure is adventuresome only if the adventurer does not constrict himself to an agenda that could potentially jip him out of another adventure.

It all comes down to the fact that a person really just needs to experience life on a minutely basis. Was there a moment today that you were unconscious of what you were doing? Was there a time today when you slipped into a typical pattern? Was there a time today when you were on auto-mode? Was there a time today when you were a zombie that just went through the motions? These are all signs of tourism. Be alive; be an adventurer.

Friday, May 11, 2012

Prince of Perfect Love

What is God’s relationship with us like? Here’s an immature, underdeveloped opinion from a twenty-one and a half year old, know-it-all, philosophy major.

I’m sure if I was a Scripture scholar I could cite you several passages that preach to the covenantal promise between God and His people. I could find a plethora of information speaking to the humble and gentle love of the Christ from the Gospels. I could find the renowned stories that the disciples of Jesus told after the meek and passionate self-giving of the God-man. Yadda, yadda, yadda. We’ve all been taught this in our Catholic schools. We’ve been instructed to regurgitate this information in our religion and theology classes. But what is God’s love?!? Let’s prayerfully try to dig down deep and figure out what the love of God is.

God loves you as if there were no one else to love.

Woah, baby. What’s that kind of lovin’ mean to you?

Oh, my roommate just drunkly puked all over my bed...I still love you as if you’re the only person in the world to love. Oh, all of my professors decide to make their papers due the exact same week...I still love them as if they’re each the only person in the world to love. Oh, you decided to cut my work hours down by half...I still love you as if you’re the only person in the world to love. Oh, you just ordered the death of 6 million Jews...I still love you as if you’re the only person in the world to love. Oh, you’re “just a lump of cells” in the womb that will grow to become a massive inconvenience in my life...I still love you as if you’re the only person in the world to love. Oh, you slept with my wife...I still love you as if you’re the only person in the world to love. Oh, you broke my little sister’s heart...I still love you as if you’re the only person in the world to love.

Yeah, that’s what God’s love looks like to me. It’s perfect. No matter what my offense is, perfect love is the response. Wrap your head around that one. If you haven’t dropped to your knees and smacked your face on the ground in veneration, complete awe, admiration, wonder, and reverence then you need to spend a couple more seconds reflecting. This thought is powerful enough to bring the most prideful to their knees. Take this thought seriously and your prayer life will be revolutionized. Let’s prayerfully take a look on the flip side of the coin now.

I am the drunken roommate that puked everywhere. I am the professor that makes my student’s life inconvenient. I am the boss that screwed my employee over because he really needs to make that payment but he can’t because I didn’t give him the hours. I’m the mass murderer, anti-Semite, the racist, the sexist, the gay-hater, the pervert. I am the mother who went into the abortion clinic last Saturday. I am the dude that slept with your wife. I am the high school boy with raging hormones that made your sister stay up all night crying because she found out my real motivations.

Yeah, that’s what my love for God looks like. No matter the amount of love I’m shown or given, I always, without fail screw it up. If this doesn’t make you question yourself and bring you to the brink of absolute despair then you need to spend a couple more seconds reflecting. This thought is powerful enough to bring tears the most prideful eyes.

This perfect love is perfectly calling us back in to perfectly consume us. The forgiveness and mercy that is derived from this love can be triumphant in our lives only when we decide to continually sprint back to it.

Prince of Perfect Love, be with me, hold me, carry me, heal me.