Tuesday, June 28, 2005

Freedom


Freedom
by Louise Bergmann DuMont

The dazzling fireworks turned our sedate adult get-together, into a gathering of animated, oversized children. A red and blue striped bow-tie bobs against the crisp white shirt of one elderly gent as he bounces from foot to foot exclaiming the merits of each new demonstration. I find my own eyes growing wide with pleasure as the gold streamers of a particularly beautiful display reflect in my husband's chocolate eyes. Each spectacle seems grander than the last but is surprisingly unequaled by the one that follows.

What is it about 4th of July fireworks that makes my heart flutter and causes that rush of unashamed pride? I ponder this thought as I attempt to enjoy a spoon of rich coffee ice cream, only to find nothing but air crosses my lips. Unable to look down to the bowl (I fear missing even the smallest portion of the sky-show), I lift an empty spoon. My culinary pleasure seems so trivial in comparison to the events taking place above us. For me the fire-in-the-sky is far more than a glittery nighttime exhibition -- fireworks are synonymous with freedom itself.

Freedom is a flash of hope against a backdrop of evil. Its fire lights the way for children to frolic in cornfields and dance on inner city streets. The power behind its strength is often underestimated and those who misuse it -- will eventually get burned. When freedom is ignited, its thunderous sound rings in humanity's ears long past the initial earsplitting bang. Those who witness freedom's dazzling flash on the midnight of suppression, can try to shut their eyes -- but its image is so intense that it must linger in their mind.

Fireworks are the perfect symbol of our freedom and I pray that until the return of my Lord, they forever carry their message to the dark places of this world.


… but whenever a person turns to the Lord, the veil is removed. Now the Lord is the Spirit; and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom.
2 Corinthians 3:16-17
(c) 2005 Louise Bergmann DuMont

Wednesday, June 15, 2005

Elevator Etiquette


Author & Speaker
Louise Bergmann DuMont
Author of Grace by the Cup: A Break From the Daily Grind
& Faith-Dipped Chocolate: Rich Encouragement to Sweeten Your Day


Elevator Etiquette
by Louise Bergmann DuMont

The lobster ravioli dripped with vodka sauce and the cappuccino came just the way I like it - topped with a hint of cinnamon and nutmeg. My coworkers' conversations sidestepped usual office matters and turned to less pragmatic chatter after lunch.

"Even though there was no one else on the elevator, she stood right next to me -- and really close! I don't know why she didn't go to the other side of the empty elevator. It was as if she'd never heard of elevator etiquette!"

In case you've never heard of elevator etiquette, here is quick overview.

When the elevator door opens, those entering an empty elevator (like prizefighters reacting to the sound of the bell) must retreat to opposite corners. Elevator conversations are limited to: the weather, sports and "have a nice day." Should other individuals enter the elevator, those already on board may move closer together but space requirements must remain directly proportionate to the number of people confined to the area. Any breach of these rules leaves one or more of the participants uncomfortable and may provoke unnecessary violence.

There are thousands, perhaps millions, of everyday rules like, "Always wear clean underwear, in case you are in an accident." I doubt very much that paramedics worry about a person's underwear when they tend a gunshot wound inflicted by a drive-by shooter. These and other unwritten laws pressed upon society left me wondering if such restrictions had a healthy purpose or if society shouldn't make an effort to set some of them aside.

Jesus kept the law of His day, but the priests shouted His alleged violations of it. More than once he healed on the Sabbath and picked grain to feed His disciples. The temple rules were broken (i.e. no healing/work on the Sabbath); but in truth, Jesus kept the law in its purest sense by honoring His father and tending to those put into His care.

Shortly after the "elevator incident" another social breach came to my attention. When a friend went through a difficult divorce, her parents nearly disowned her. They did not believe in divorce and held her responsible for the break-up even though it was her husband who left the marriage for another woman. My friend nearly broke apart from the isolation imposed by her family and church and bent under the burden of her husband's abandonment.

When we went out for dinner nearly a year afterward, she shared the poignant events of that day. It was her birthday and not a single person sent a card, offered congratulations or so much as mentioned the occasion. Bouts of weeping had her returning to the office ladies room most of the morning. By late afternoon panic and paranoia rose to meet her. Loneliness whispered that she was unloved and fear shouted her that it would last forever.

Frantic to get connect to another human, she started a conversation with the woman sitting next to her on the bus. After what seemed to be a pleasant chat, my friend impulsively asked if woman would join her for a cup of coffee when they got off at the next stop. It was her birthday. Better to spend it with a stranger and pretend to have friends than to go home to an empty apartment and cry yourself to sleep knowing that no one cares. But the social faux pax of asking a total stranger out for coffee abruptly ended their conversation. It was fine to talk about the weather but one didn't get "friendly" with a passerby on the bus.

My dinner companion laughed out loud when she described the panic on the face of woman, but sorrow tinged her laughter's gay ring. Looking into her eyes I felt the weight of her sadness. I was glad that I asked her to dinner that evening.

As we sipped our café lattes, I was able to see beyond her social blunder. There lay a beautiful but very lonely person -- trapped by circumstances out of her control. People who are desperate to get close to someone - if only for a moment - are all around us.

There are social norms that we all should not cross, but it would be wise for us to ask "why" we do things rather than simply admonish ourselves or others for breaking society's rules. A healing touch, a comforting word or allowing a lonely stranger to invade our elevator space… can go a long way to make the world a softer place to land.