Blog 1156 – 10.26.2018
The Whole World In His Hands
Today is the last day of an almost three month work assignment for me in beautiful Bemidji, Minnesota. Many might not care to have my traveling life because of the uncertainty of where I might be next or for how long. They prefer the seeming certainty of a long time job, living in the same place, in the same town surrounded by familiar sights, sounds, friends, family, and loved ones. It gives them the illusion of certainty. The saying goes, “The only sure and certain things are death and taxes.” I won’t go quite that far but for me uncertainty, far from being a curse, is the spice of life. After more than a few months at any work assignment or place my mind begins considering new places and new possibilities. Next month I will celebrate sixty-eight years of this adventure and I intend if possible to see and experience as much of this big beautiful blue ball as I can in the time remaining.
When I was a boy, we sang a sweet encouraging song called, “He’s Got The Whole World In His Hands.” She certainly does or at least for all of the beliefs that I once held and have discarded, because they no longer serve me, I have clung to this one, that there is a hand in which the whole of our world is held. Whose hand? Not his hand or her hand so much as “our hand.” We have a say in how our world spins. To me it is the height of silliness and dodging responsibility to see ourselves as a victim or someone that life is happening to. I believe we are the captains of our fate, masters of all we survey. Even the Bible’s Genesis account of beginnings though very poetic and lacking in a lot of detail has the the first couple being told not only to be fruitful and replenish the earth but to take charge. I think rather than being in dominion like a dictator the sense that was meant was for mankind to work in concert with all creation in more of a caretaker trustee role, not as king or top of the totem pole but as part of the whole. Mankind’s first job in Eden’s paradise was to be a gardener caring for the garden and the animals were brought to him to name and be responsible for. All the hunting, killing, skinning, and eating came after the “turning away” or at least that, to me, seems how the story unfolded.
Man still holds the world in his hand, squeezing it to get every drop of oil and profit he can get out of it. I do not believe that was ever the perfect plan but than man was intended to live connected and in symbiosis with all the other wonderful aspects of himself, herself, in all this wonderful world. We are the world and the world is us. We cannot take from the world and each other without taking from ourselves. And I know this may sound like tree-hugging liberal pinko nonsense to many of my conservative friends, but I hate to see all this beautiful world around us being laid waste and misused. It makes me really want to hug a tree before the last one is gone.
We have the whole world in our hands to have and to hold till death do us part. Sort of like the wedding vows. The First People believed and taught that Father Sky and Mother Earth brought us all into being and that our purpose is To Live Simply and Be Grateful. This earth holds us and to it we hold on to just not so tight.
Your friend and fellow traveler,