Wow… change is hard! Often feels like a constant pushing against a hard charging stream. How do I know? I know me! I talk a lot about my desire to change, but resistance to any kind of change is my daily companion; I want to be fit but fight to go to the gym, I want to assist someone, but second guess myself even into paralysis, I want to learn a language, acquire a skill, study something, but always, lingering just on the other side of decision, is my companion, ‘inertia’.
I recently met Simon. He seems to live naturally within the constancy of change. But ‘oh the cost… as a young boy he ran for his life from war ravaged Sudan, watching as mother, father and brother each succumbed to violence and illness under unrelenting African sun. And then he spent 20 years ‘trapped’ in a massive and oppressive Ethiopian refugee camp. His profound state of homelessness resulted in him being profoundly detached from ‘things’. His devotion to relationships and community building overrides everything. Simon possesses little fear of change and confidently strides his seven foot frame directly into mouth of the future.
What is it that I fear about change? What am I afraid to give up? Where do I place me my confidence? If I had nothing to lose would I be more open to change? I heard it once said “Fear is the greatest enemy of the spiritual life.” I think fear is the great enemy of life!
Malala Yousafzai,exclaimed that her attempted murder resulted in the following;t “weakness, fear and hopelessness died; strength, courage and fervour were born. “
Fear… when you have nothing to lose you have nothing to fear.