Most everybody’s got a cause. I’ve got a few myself. But a confession: I don’t have energy for every cause, maybe not yours.
It’s true that one way to damn the world is to not give a rip. It’s also true that one way to damn yourself is to try to live someone else’s vision. If we’re living another’s life or laboring to match another’s efforts, it’s often because we fear being ostracized or being seen as ignorant or uncultured. This story does not end well.
I do believe that every speck of our world matters. I wish good for every endangered Blue-and-Orange Threadtail, and I wish not a single tree ever fell needlessly. I cringe (and when I’m too calloused to cringe, I wish I cringed) at each wave of injustice, each wrong that must be righted. What’s more, I wish to go on the record in official opposition to every disease, every environmental abuse, every political transgression, every theological travesty. However…
When we care about everything in general, it’s difficult to care about anything in particular. And there are certain people and certain places I simply must love … in particular.
Not every battle that must be fought is mine to fight. We each have our place. We each have our voice. The beauty of a life together is that I can work here while you work there, and somehow in this strange way, we’re working together for the good, for the joy.
And that’s a crucial word: joy. Joy offers a cue, signaling what our unique work must be, where our voice must speak. What gives you rich joy when you put your heart and energy to it? And conversely, what brings you piercing sorrow whenever that work is left undone? Answer those two questions, and I think you’ve hit your spot pretty near the center.
Even the revolutionary Emma Goldman recognized this. “If I can’t dance,” she said, “it’s not my revolution.”
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3 Replies to “Dance, Dance Revolution”
Our team just walked out of a few days of talking about passion that breaks your heart. Your words pierce apathy and silences the question of "why should we even try?" They also give freedom to embrace the reality we have been so intentionally crafted to enter into. Thanks, Winn.
Freedom, Rachel. That's a great word here. Thanks.
Great to read this Winn! Thanks!