Crack in the Heart
“…Something softly
precise
like a crack in the
birdbath
makes it clear that all
is not lost,
for as the bird
splashes,
the water widens the
crack,
and of all the ways
I’ve seen myself
the bird is who I
really am
and it splashes in my
heart,
driving who knows what
through the crack...”
Mark Nepo (“Carving
the Raft into a Flute”)
Many years ago, I attended a seminar
given by Scott Peck at St. Luke’s Episcopal Church. One of the
things he said has stayed with me; “Only a broken heart is open
enough for empathy.” At the time, I wondered what he meant. Now, I
know the truth of his statement. It takes a lifetime of
making stupid mistakes to realize that we’re flawed human beings.
We do dumb things, sometimes with tragic consequences. We hurt
others, even when it's not our intention, and we are hurt by others
even when they don’t mean to cause us pain. Sometimes, we even speak
cruel words intended to wound. Realizing and claiming our personal
mistakes is an important step on the path to consciousness. Until we
accept that responsibility, we will condemn others for what actually
belongs to us. Having a heart broken by the weight of our own
mistakes allows light to shine in. We become less likely to judge
others in such a harsh way. In Jesus' words, “He who is without
sin, cast the first stone.”
Empathy and civility are in short
supply these days. Now that anything civilized is regarded as
“political correctness” by some of our leaders, people feel
entitled to say and do almost anything they wish. Here in Alabama, we
lack responsible leadership—we have a governor who is under
impeachment proceedings for having an extra-marital affair with a
member of his staff, a Speaker of the House who is being tried for
abuse of office, and the Chief Justice of our supreme court, who was
reelected after having been removed from office by a federal judge,
has told his employees that they don't have to abide by the decision
of the United States Supreme Court regarding same-sex marriage. There
is an old song by Firesign Theater called, “I Think We're All Bozos
on This Bus,” that seems to fit. As a society, we need a few cracks
in our hearts.
Speaking aloud whatever rogue thought
drops onto our tongues is probably not a good idea. Perhaps choosing
what is and what isn't worth saying before we say it is being
“politically correct,” but isn't that better than sewing
ignorance and hatred? Empathy and civility go hand in hand. They both
require a crack in the heart---not to mention, a brain in the head.
In the Spirit,
Jane
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