I’m fascinated by rivers, paths, and bridges.
Aside from the people I encounter, rivers, paths, and bridges are consistently the most interesting and inspiring features of nearly any bike ride. In nearly every setting there seems to be some sort of unique charm. This captivation sort of evolved within my parallel interests of cycling and writing. I’m always willing to pause and contemplate the metaphorical possibilities contained in a new (or a familiar) scene.
Today, though, I have a special thought for bridges.
Whenever I write one of these posts, I try to remember to ask Jesus for an open heart, so the words will be His and not mine. I don’t always remember and I’m sure I’m not always successful, but that’s my desire. On my ride yesterday I realized I need to add something.
I want to be a bridge.
I want my words and actions to connect, to bring people together. I want to be a peacemaker.
Thing is, I don’t think you can be a real bridge if you’re afraid of what’s on the other side. If you’re going to just sit and stare across the bridge in fear, it’s not really a bridge. It’s a barrier.
Healing, reconciliation, and connection only happen when you care more about what’s on the other side than you care about the fear. At some point, if you want to move forward you have to trust God enough to step out in faith.
Most of what passes for bridge-building in today’s hyper-polarized culture is really just inviting others to cross a monster-filled moat and hide with us behind our fortified walls.
I want to remove some bricks and be willing to hold my views in open hands. I want to listen before I speak. I want to care more about community than about winning.
I bought a t-shirt recently that proclaims FREEDOM NOT FEAR. I bought it mostly to support some folks. I’m really not a t-shirt slogan guy.
I think I’ll wear this one out.