{"id":9617,"date":"2018-10-22T01:53:03","date_gmt":"2018-10-22T05:53:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.mentordiscoverinspire.org\/2018\/10\/22\/the-mdi-sessions-a-relevant-talk-on-gratitude\/"},"modified":"2021-04-24T16:14:34","modified_gmt":"2021-04-24T20:14:34","slug":"the-mdi-sessions-a-relevant-talk-on-gratitude","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.mentordiscoverinspire.org\/the-mdi-sessions-a-relevant-talk-on-gratitude\/","title":{"rendered":"“The MDI Sessions” – A Relevant Talk on Gratitude"},"content":{"rendered":"
Craig Jones<\/strong>\nColumnist\n<\/strong><\/pre>\n
\nGood morning, gentlemen. It’s good to have you all here at this month’s meeting of The MDI Sessions. Welcome to everyone listening by radio, as well, and online, where you can find us at mdisessions\/gratitude\/africanproverbs\/42\/whatisyourcontext\/commitmentbeforeego\/thisisbullshit.org<\/a>. Transcripts are available.<\/p>\n
You may be seated.<\/p>\n
And welcome to the month of November, when gratitude is shouted from every mountain top and bruited about from every news source and magazine rack. It feels kind of like whitewater rapids ahead after you’ve been canoeing on a quiet river for a while. All of a sudden, murmuring way down- river, you know the big water is there and until now it’s been a quiet pursuit most of the trip. But oh, man, is that about to change. Or like you’ve been taking a back roads motorcycle trip and all of a sudden you’re butt up against a busy four-laner.<\/p>\n
I would ask you to follow along with me as you are able as we turn our attention to this morning’s reading. Our text is on page 42<\/strong> of The Book of MDI Book of Common Prayer<\/strong>, which is auspicious because 42<\/strong> is of course The Greatest Number in the World. (Ed.- Universe, too?)<\/p>\n
As every serious Hitchhiker\u2019s Guide to the Galaxy<\/a> fan knows 42 is the answer to everything. That\u2019s what the computer came up with, so that’s how it is. So I park in space number 42 whenever I can and love when I run into it anywhere. Like recently, when a study suggested that we are 42% more likely to die a premature death<\/strong>, if we are out of shape. Forty two was Jackie Robinson\u2019s<\/a> uniform number, as well, and is retired from baseball in his honor (except on April 15<\/a>, when every player on every team wears it.) It\u2019s fun to be a Hitchhiker geek and I\u2019m grateful for this quirky little way of having some fun in the world and making meaning where there is none.<\/p>\n
I guess the blessing and the curse of this meaning-making ability is that I can see the number 42<\/strong> and make it mean anything I want. Gratitude, too, is often imposed on a situation, something invented because we choose to see it that way. And sometimes it\u2019s just the natural byproduct of a gasp-worthy moment, as Tom Peters, author of In Search of Excellence<\/a>, might put it. I\u2019m already imagining a lot of those moments in the rest of this year and on into 2019, as well as many chances to perform a modern version of alchemy, turning shit into gold.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s a testament to our insatiable desire to tell stories and make meaning and develop rituals and mythology and liminal space, and to feel more hope and excitement; to enlarge the paintings on the wall at Lascaux. Isn\u2019t that what we\u2019re doing in some measure? Carrying on the ancient painted message that, \u201cWe are here?\u201d<\/p>\n
Something happens and we make it mean something. It\u2019s like getting an appliance or a toy with the message \u201cBatteries not included,\u201d except the real message is, \u201cMeaning not included.\u201d It\u2019s a chance to look at what\u2019s happening, and what may yet happen, with fresh eyes.<\/p>\n
But, I digress. I’ll read aloud and you follow along with me, okay? On Page 42<\/strong> you’ll see the heading “Proverbs” and find there this African one, which goes like this: A Lion Chased Me Up a Tree, and From There, my View was Improved Greatly.<\/em><\/p>\n
Quite a remarkable proverb that one. And it serves up some context for our talk this morning. And, as it also says in our MDI Book of Common Prayer<\/strong>, “The Biggest Context Wins.”<\/p>\n
First of all let’s imagine the provenance of this pithy idea. We can see this poor bastard running in terror from a lion, barely making it up the tree with the big jaws snapping at his ass. He makes it to the top and he’s breathing hard and shaking. “Oh, fuck, oh fuck”<\/em> he gasps (maybe in Swahili or Zulu? (Ed. note – ‘Oh, fuck’ exactly translates to ‘oh, fuck’ in both Swahili AND Zulu)<\/em>). Then, as he sits on a limb and feels his heart rate slow, he notices a column of smoke off to the north. And he looks west and sees another village and he keeps looking around and sees a river and mountains and he thinks, Man! I didn’t know those things existed. I wonder how far away they are? And all of a sudden he realizes he’s forgotten about his close encounter with death.<\/p>\n
So we don’t know whether this tree-climber was a shaman or just Joe Blow in the village parlance. Maybe he just came back and told a big, dramatic story and said, man I was getting chased by this fucking big-ass lion and I was really scared and I barely made it. And then Joe, or the shaman, started to think about it. Hmmm … a lion chased me up a tree and … hmmm.<\/p>\n
We just don’t know how this proverb came to us in the form it\u2019s now in.<\/p>\n