Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Old Maps

I love old maps. "Here be dragons" would denote dangerous and unexplored lands. In many ways, it's like being a catechist, a title which I wear most uncomfortably...this mantle thrust on my shoulders hastily. It is dangerous to say, "Yes". Dangerous to step into the shoes of a beloved predecessor. Dangerous to give away the Faith which I so recently embraced. Dangerous to open my heart to new people whom I might come to love.

When I was little, my family and I lived in the Tropics. There was an old mango tree in the front yard that I loved to climb. The higher the branches, the happier I was because I could see far away and from my vantage point, I could dream dreams. One day, inevitably, I fell out of that tree, but my guardian angel prevented anything serious from happening to me. I have the scars to remind me of my carelessness. But the fall wasn't enough to keep me from climbing again. Oh, what kingdoms I inhabited in that tree.

Perhaps it is safer to stay in my fluffy bathrobe and sit in my armchair sipping coffee, tut-tutting the cars speeding by my window. But that unexplored country would remain unexplored, the sites unseen, the people unmet. How poorer I would be.

2 comments:

Tom Reagan said...

This is one of my favorite things you've written, but I'm not sure why.


Actually, I think that's why, maybe.

Tom Reagan said...

Wow, this was so good, I just read it again. Even better the second time.