Wednesday, November 29, 2023

Christmas 2023 #10

By Don Hanley – sing to the tune of Shifting Whispering Sands.          

If you want to learn the meaning,

    Of that birth in Bethlehem.

          Then, look deep inside the story.

               Of your own loving heart.

And you’ll find the joy of living with

    The love and light that God 

         Has gifted each at birth,

              On this lovely planet of ours. 

Now, you’ll want to gaze at the mountains.

     And the oceans, flowers, and trees.

           And especially into the eyes of 

                All those close beside you, even in your sleep.

Bring the light and the power. 

      Announced and shared by the baby,

          On that day in Bethlehem.

Friday, November 24, 2023

Mission: JOY #9

Recently, I watched MISSION: JOY, the title of a delightful documentary on Netflix. A narrator and cameraman followed Archbishop Desmond Tutu and the Dalai Lama around for a week as they discussed life, love, death, faith, and hope.

They both have been heroes of mine for years, and I felt a great deal of joy after watching them walk, talk, smile, and engage each other in their I–Thou togetherness. Tutu was my age, 90 when he died two years ago, and the Dalai Lama is now 88. They have been working to bring peace, compassion, and hope all their lives. And they have been through hell and back – yet still are the epitome of JOY. I felt a deep joy as I watched this film. I believe joy is not something I can conjure up but a feeling I get when I do something that helps me experience positive and hopeful emotions.

When I was a child, I wondered why Jesus and other supposedly ‘holy people’ were always pictured looking so serious and grim. And my family role models were miles from any joyful world. Now, at 90, I look back to my first 11 years and think I believed I was always supposed to be a serious and even sad ‘good’ boy. I was led to believe that I had to be serious all the time. I think I even believed it might be sinful when I would run, laugh, sing, and act nutty. It seemed that in my family, my six older siblings laughed and sang off-key only when they drank beer. At first, they’d seem happier, but often, that turned to meanness. I didn’t like them or the mean way they talked and acted.

By the time I was a teenager, I had made it known that I was planning to be a priest. I assumed that meant I must always be serious – like Jesus and those ‘holy’ guys were. I was a gloomy guy who did not know joy.

The musical films of the l940s helped me to begin singing when I was around 11, and it saved my life and introduced me to feelings of joy. I began to believe that Jesus would like to be called the ‘joyful one’ – rather than the ‘holy one.’

In my novel, A New World of Hope, I describe a K–12 school that begins each school day with the entire school – including faculty, janitors, students, and everyone (including parents if they wished) gathering in the schoolyard and singing and dancing for twenty to thirty minutes. And in that school, every student is encouraged to learn a musical instrument and to write songs. Singing is a neglected art in our society, I believe. Oh, yes, we listen to many songs and make ‘pop singers’ millionaires, but too often, we are spectators rather than singers. And we wonder why an increasing number of our youth are depressed and anxious. They need to sing and dance and, I believe, they will feel joy. I’m glad I started singing fairly young and sang as I worked pulling weeds, sweeping the sidewalk, and walking places – we didn’t have a car to take me places, so I walked and sang. So, for a more hopeful world – sing and dance! And as a friend says: “Some say that God sees everything we do, so the least we can do is be entertaining.”

Nurture your heart, and don’t eat the menu.

Thursday, November 16, 2023

Artificial Intelligence Needs A Heart #8

A few weeks ago, I went to a cafĂ© with a friend to have lunch. Sitting in a booth, we noticed what looked like a family – a Mom, a Dad, and a teenage boy and girl. All four were studying their smartphones, looking grim and even worried.

I looked at my friend across the table, nodded my head toward the family, and said, “Ah, there’s AI at work.” He said, “Yeah, and here’s another example: I attended a divisional meeting at our company’s office this week, and about a dozen of us were asked to have our laptops with us. That was okay, as we needed to discuss the contents, but after we finished, I folded my computer and started making the rounds and talking to the different attendees. I was the only one who seemed interested in the others we had worked with over long distances for years. Again, AI at work.” We agreed that AI would turn us all into robots if we were not careful.

I hear that AI may be endangering our very culture and perhaps our very existence. I believe that the real danger is that we will become an even more right-brained bunch of rigid non-feeling, very technical boobs. When I was ten years old, I was fascinated, horrified, and curious about the newsreels showing thousands of German soldiers robotically marching and saluting Hitler. I was horrified because I wondered if someday, I might be forced to stand there and begin marching like I had a cob up my butt, saluting some pompous jackass in some medal-bedecked uniform.

I told my companion, “I think we need to get people to open their minds and hearts and connect to one another as human beings. He nodded and asked, "How could that happen?"

I responded, “Have you ever heard of Martin Buber?” He shook his head no, and I said, “I’ll tell you about him. I’ve told this story hundreds of times in my classes and sessions with counseling Interns. Martin was a young professor at a university in Germany in the early years of the last century, and one of his duties was to counsel students. One day, a very sad and depressed student came to his office. Buber counseled him for about an hour. The young man left looking just as sad as when he arrived. About two hours later, another student ran into Martin’s office and told him that the lad had hung himself.”

Of course, Martin was horrified by the news and began scrutinizing the hour he had spent with the young man. After several days of going over and over the time with the fellow, he decided that he had "technically" been a good counselor; he was kind and patient, had not asked too many questions, and had done a good job. But he kept worrying about what he could have done differently that might have helped the fellow. Then it dawned on him – he had stayed in the role of professor and counselor and left the fellow in the role of student and counselee. It was an "I-It" relationship, not a person-to-person meeting.

Buber called it an "I–Thou relationship.” He may have helped the student if he had just been himself – Martin and encouraged the lad to be himself. Instead, he had been a person carrying out a role. Carl Rogers, the renowned psychologist, learned from Buber and wrote several books on this concept. His most famous work is On Becoming a Person. 

I recently went to see a physician who seemed quite friendly and kind. Still, after a few meetings, I realized that he was treating me just like an "it” – as one of his assigned patients. Not a living, breathing individual with my own mind, giftedness, weaknesses, etc. I am not “an it.”

Please Google Martin Buber’s I-Thou concept.

Nurture your heart, and don’t eat the menu.

Friday, November 10, 2023

On Eating the Menu #7

I have repeatedly mentioned ‘Don’t eat the menu’ and ended my blog with that saying. Now I would like to talk more about it. It is similar to the old sayings, ‘The map is not the territory,’ and ‘The word is not the reality.’ It is easy to contradict someone who studies a map of New York City and then states that he visited New York. Or someone says, ‘I really love Michelle Obama,’ but has never met her. 

Let’s imagine I attend a dinner and am presented with a menu of what will be served. The menu is beautifully printed on lovely paper, and I begin trying to eat it, ignoring the meal when it arrives. That is literally eating the menu.

Not so literal is this example of metaphorically eating the menu. Recently, I read a fine and fascinating novel entitled
The Invention of Wings by Sue Monk Kidd. It tells the story of a pre-Civil War family in the South. The family members were, they believed, devout Christians. They owned eleven slaves whom they treated with severe cruelty if they were disobedient in any way. They were eating the menu – that is, they were following a very superficial interpretation of what Jesus revealed in the Bible. If they followed the spirit of Jesus’s words, they would be much too compassionate to own slaves and could never be cruel to those working for them, slaves or not, no matter who they were or what color their skin. They only ate the menu and ignored the wonderful banquet of human dignity and beauty in themselves and others. The ‘banquet’ we are born into, and the one Jesus enhanced and promoted, is one of inner beauty, compassion, courage, peace, hope, and justice. All enlightened mystics of history, such as Jesus, Confucius, Buddha, Lao Tzu, and Mohammed, agree on this.

So, it is important for all of us to read widely and to work to understand many points of view. We must strive to become more life-giving, creative, compassionate humans. I have encountered many people who spout lovely words but were far too cold and uncaring for me to spend much time with, let alone to follow. Their ‘menu’ often promises hope, contentment, and some kind of salvation away from the misery they believe we are experiencing – but, in reality, they do not care for anyone other than themselves. If I run into anyone or any organization that demands that I follow without question and do exactly as they say, I do my best to run from them– even if I’m threatened with death or damnatio. True leaders do not demand that I give up my personal ability to choose.

It took me many years to be able to discern what I now call the false ‘menus.’ I think that many, if not most, of the folks in our world are eating the menus and failing to embody the contents. They allow themselves to be led by self-appointed teachers and leaders who are not life-giving nor lovingly growth-enhancing. Now, I study many of those menus and reject them if they do not help me to become more enlightened and life-giving. So please study the menus but do not eat them. When you discover a positive banquet, devour the beautiful and life-giving banquet with which we all were born.

As we say, Nurture your heart and don’t eat the menu.

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