Daring Greatly • 11.15.07
“If you can’t dance to that song, go ahead to the morgue and check yourself in!” Those were my exact words yesterday to a friend as our souls and feet moved to a gleeful, liberating jig listening to Rev. Dan Smith’s lyrical gospel salve.
“Just keep going on, just keep going on, take every knock as a boost, every stumbling block as a stepping stone. Lift up your head and hold your own, just keep going on.”
Since 9-11 I have found myself passionately, even obsessively distressed with the health of democracy in our nation and around the world. Do not be fooled. It is the imperialists who are the horse flies in Democracy’s ointment. Terrorists are the latest fascist fashion ploy to suspend shared power and human dignity.
Most recently I have witnessed my spiritual and ethical fervor flowing deeply in the direction of Burma and Pakistan. In Burma there continues the brutal military squashing of the Buddhist Monks and citizens as they seek the most rudimentary expressions of fair governance. General first, President second Musharraf in Pakistan has suspended the constitution and declared a state of emergency allegedly to fight terrorism. By some odd mutant coincidence only the proponents of democratic checks and balances have landed in the slammer.
I find every fabric of my middle aged being wanting to be a moral force for democracy. But, I see little evidence that I, and others of like spirit, can even keep another torture bearer out of the Attorney General’s quarters in America. My heart breaks for the decent people of the nations whose democratic potential seems on par with a condemned house.
Like many activist idealists, I am a romantic perfectionist. In growing up, I am slowly realizing that arriving is not in my control. Acting with integrity is.
When I first started my ministry some 30 years ago I commissioned a calligrapher to create a plaque for me with this saying from Theodore Roosevelt inscribed. Last night I pulled it off my wall to read. Like Rev. Dan’s song it too enlightens the heart.
“The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat.”
