Cracks, cracks all around.
I’m seeing a crisis of faith:
corporate institutions who are being called out for their greed and corruption;
churches that embody the dictates of a by-gone era, and new light shed on past, buried sins;
governments that people have ridden off as forces for social good.
There are cracks all around.
An Australian election that no-one cares about, with a populous yawning ‘same same’. An American election that everyone cares about, because of the threat of a future that is suddenly alarming.
“The cracks of crumbling edifices,” David said over his bacon and eggs this morning.
“The cracks of new life trying to break through,” I said, and took a sip of my tea.
I would say, with some certainly, that it is both.
The cathedrals, the soviet-era buildings, the great bureaucratic machines with their self-important departments separated by concrete walls and creaking lifts, the patriarchal structures that churn on with the stability of a brachiosaurus – these things are breaking down, becoming increasingly abandoned, heading towards decommission.
These things are getting blown away, or removed in chunks, like mouldy mulch at the end of winter. Underneath? Pale, new sprouts, ready to get going in the sunlight.
The future is already present in what is trying to grow. Here’s what I’m seeing:
A yearning to be with each other again, even in the midst of the empire of individualism. The word ‘community’ is on our lips more and more, as we try to recover what it means and how to do it here and now. We now have the tools to be more connected than ever before.
A desire to do things ourselves, outside of the monolithic institutions that once dictated what was possible. People making things and selling them, people starting their own community groups and social enterprises, people running for government on their own platforms. The word ‘entrepreneur’ is popular now: it means smart, creative, lithe, self-directed.
A realisation that there is a great abundance amongst us, even in a dominant paradigm of scarcity. While the institutions of old want to hold on to power by controlling supply (food, housing, ideas, energy), there are many who are opening our eyes and seeing there is more than enough for all. It’s in the backyard fruit trees, in abandoned houses, in the skills and gifts and visions inside us all. We break free from the lie that there is not enough, and choose to open ourselves to a wild abundance of all things good. We choose to dance with it, garden with it, jam with it – not control it.
Cracks, cracks all around. Let’s open our eyes: hope is emergent.