Journeying Out
Living in the Spirit involves not just individual consciousness but,
more importantly, concern for the local and global communities as well.
British social worker Ann Morisy, in her book Journeying Out (Morehouse,
2004), describes what she calls "playpen living"—the move to
the suburbs by many affluent citizens in order to flee the crime, drugs,
and poverty of the city. She likens those who live in the safety of gated
communities to babies in playpens: In a playpen, you have everything you
need. You’re not aware of what might be missing because you stay put.
You are only focused on what is inside the playpen—you and your toys.
But, when you venture out of the playpen, you discover a different
perspective: There are other people besides you. There are other ways of
living and believing besides yours. There are other misfortunes besides
what you can and have experienced inside the playpen.
Morisy suggests that the solution to the malaise which comes from
playpen existence is what she calls "journeying out" beyond what
is familiar and beyond one’s comfort zone. It can be a scary thing for
those accustomed to the niceties of playpens and suburbs, but, in the long
run, such journeying out changes and enriches both the journeyer and those
on his/her ports-of-call. Two-way communication and sharing of information
helps us to build a "story-rich life" because we begin to know
more than just our own stories. Journeying out and experiencing other
lifestyles, races, and economic levels gives us more information on which
to make our choices, new ways of saying YES to Spirit’s call. These
choices—how to live, whom to love, whether and where to give of our time
and our treasure—reveal the values we live by and speak of our
character. Journeying out is so much more satisfying than simply sending
off a check to a charity, as elderly women in a London suburb discovered
when they decided to help villagers in Zimbabwe. At first, they gathered
money to send overseas, but realized that this money might be lost or
misused; so these senior citizens, who had never ventured out of the Kent
countryside let alone the British Isles, decided to buy sewing machines
and take them to Zimbabwe themselves! These women learned about life on
another continent amid the scourges of racism and colonialism; they met
women like themselves who simply wanted to be able to feed and clothe
their families. The African villagers learned that their preconceptions of
Europeans were not always true; they became aware of the struggles that
the underprivileged in First-World countries experience, as well as common
values and the desire for a better standard of living.
Journeying out from our comfort zone and embracing others’ truth
creates what sociologists call "social capital." Social capital
is what keeps the human family alive. It is the interweaving of cultures
and the reaching across of color-lines and economic barriers to bring
forth empathy and compassion. Individuals, countries, and religious groups
can be rich in material things but bankrupt in social capital. Those
living playpen existence believe that they always have the truth and that
they have all of the truth; but if you stay put and don’t venture forth,
you can’t possibly have all of the truth or maybe any of it. Coming out
of the playpen and building social capital exposes us to more truths as we
get out feet wet in other peoples’ ponds.
Social action is the key to keeping Spirit alive in today’s world.
The majority of the world’s people are poor, non-white, and female.
Weary from working too many hours for too little money, they spend
sleepless nights wondering how to feed their children and, if they are not
single mothers, how they might avoid their husbands’ violence and rage
at the family’s plight. Those of us living privileged lives must ask
ourselves how to use that privilege to create justice for others—racial,
gender, political, sexual, and economic. As Ann Morisy says, "[P]reoccupation
with self-interest hardens our hearts. Through the grace of God those of
us seduced by playpen existence can, ‘by proxy,’ partake of struggle
and the raw and abrasive aspects of life, and this awakens our
imagination."
This summer, let’s begin to ask ourselves: Is Rehoboth merely a big
playpen, or can it be an embarkation point for journeying out? What kind
of social capital do we possess? Are we rich in possessions but bankrupt
when it comes to social capital? What sort of choices have we made, and
what do these choices say about our character as individuals and as a
community? Where and in what way can we journey out?