On a beautiful spring day I decided to walk to the grocery store. It’s about three miles round trip and perfect exercise. Part of my route took me along the way I used to walk our 7 year-old granddaughter, Amelia, to school. Those times were special watching her skip along, joyful, excited and spontaneous – jumping into snow piles. She was not concerned about the government like I was. She had quickly forgotten past disappointments. She was living in the moment, not worried about the future except to speculate when we got to go to the Museum of Nature and Science to see the dinosaurs. She loves dinosaurs!
Children live like we are supposed to live – childlike. Jesus said we could not even enter the kingdom of God unless we became as little children. Children live in the world of reality. Adults have been trained to live in illusions taught by the world’s systems.
We all start out childlike – unique, spontaneous, and special. I know I did. My greatest joy was riding my “four wheeler” up and down the terraces. I was unaware of the problems my parents had living with my grandmother, or mom’s struggles taking care of me while dad was in the South Pacific fighting in WWII. I was just “Jimmy.”
As with all of us the world’s systems slowly closed in on me and buried my uniqueness and joy. The educational system limited my options and pushed me into categories where I didn’t fit. The political system restricted me to two parties, neither of which spoke my heart. Then there was the Christian religious system that told me what I should believe to be accepted in the group. I was given a “mind set” to read Scriptures the “right way.” So I spoke, and even taught others, with borrowed voices of the group to be accepted. For a while I spoke the Episcopalian voice, then the Evangelical voice, then the Campus Crusade voice, then the Navigator voice, etc. Each added some truth, for which I was grateful, but none expressed my heart or allowed my doubts. To question basic doctrines, was to cause disturbance and eventual rejection.
We all know the drill.
So I conformed to the systems to be accepted and liked, but I became fragmented and broken. I was tired of wearing other’s faces and speaking with borrowed voices. So I began a journey back to “Jim” – God’s idea of me – who I really was. I am learning to listen to my true self apart from the voices of the systems. It has been costly. Systems are not kind to those who leave. But it has been worth it, because the joy is the journey through the professor’s wardrobe with Susan, Peter, and Lucy into Narnia with Aslan.
I was there from the start
This child they called “Jim.”
Fit for only one part
In a play from my heart
I was who I was
Past moments forgotten
Present seconds enjoyed
The future unemployed
Freedom was real
Riding my wheels
Leaning into the curves
Along Brush Creek
To grab an afternoon snack
Of peanut butter and jelly
On my way to Bobby’s
To mess around with my buddy
But as I grew up
The bike was parked
And the route was restricted
By other’s directions
I could not escape the places
Where I wore other’s faces
To look as I should
Not be as I be
Where I was taught
To speak with borrowed voices
Learning lines to a play
That did not fit my way
I was told the other fashions
Would help me be respected
To be accepted
And not be rejected
I wanted to be liked -
Loved and adored
So I dressed for effect
To be part of the elect
I tried the foreign tongue
But absorbing strange words
Was unnatural to my style
Imported to my smile
And “Jim” was buried
Under other’s inventions
Living by the rules
And all the conventions
I wondered who was “Jim”
A doctor for my family?
A salesman for my fortune?
A believer for my faith?
My outside pulled from my inside
Which mask did I fit?
I was bent back and forth
And finally I did break
I was in pieces
Lying on the ground
A product of other’s ideas
Of what best I should found
How could I come together?
Inside matching out?
Not lying here in fragments
Wondering how to get about.
I decided the way was back
To the place I had been
To find the freedom I lack
And ride that bike again.
Because the “Jim” I was
Is who I am meant to be
Not conformed to the prison
Of the other’s thoughts of me
On the journey back to “Jim”
I left the world of illusions
And walked into a new dimension
A kingdom with no delusions
It supported me on my walk
With no deceptive talk
It applauded my progression
And blocked steps of regression
It maintained my amateur standing
Letting me work for love, not wealth
I was connected with others
Not as a competitor, but for our health
I found the best room where I fit
To help a redundant race
Is to be an original, not a copy
And occupy my special place
