A follower of this blog emailed me this morning about a new app for the ipad called, Pop It. It’s a “book” that when one shakes the ipad, the perspective of the story changes. The creator, an artist named Raghava, gave a talk on Ted.com, which is terrific – about perspective and tolerance of others and the role of art and creativity. Listening to Raghava made me think of a book I am currently reading by the extremely talented and insightful theologian, James H. Cone. His book – The Cross and the Lynching Tree is a deeply touching and powerful investigation of suffering and hope. James Cone writes at length about the nature of faith, how God “could make a way out of no way”, how “hope could remain alive in the world of Jim Crow segregation.”
I do not claim to know of the existence, nor can I claim to know of the non-existence of a god. I cannot even define that word. It is not a word that holds any meaning for me. But I do know what it is to struggle with hope. Hope for Emma, hope for all our children who will grow up to become adults, who many will fear, ignore or just wish would go away. Our children with autism are often misunderstood, in their inability to fall into line with societal norms they are in turn rejected by society. The continued negligence and worse, abuse, of people with disabilities is rampant. Their abuse is done by people who have deemed them incompetent, imbeciles and without value. This is the common thread that exists in the abuse of all groups of people throughout history. It is our intolerance of those we believe to be “less than” that makes us believe we have the “right” to punish, shun, ignore, hurt, torture and kill.
James Cone writes: “The cross is a paradoxical religious symbol because it inverts the world’s value system with the news that hope comes by way of defeat, that suffering and death do not have the last word, that the last shall be first and the first last.”
When I was in my late teens I began using food as a way to quell anxiety and emotions I felt incapable of dealing with. My overeating turned to full blown bulimia and the bulimia became a way of life – for 22 years. I remember when I finally stopped, the idea of “surrender” seemed antithetical to all I had, up to that point, believed. I thought that if I just had more will power I would be able to stop the destructive behavior. I believed that the bulimia was something I could control. I believed that my lack of control simply proved how despicable I was, which only served to fuel more of the same behavior. It wasn’t until I took a leap of faith – really took in that I was, in fact, out of control, that I received a respite from the behavior. Early in my “recovery” from bulimia someone said to me, “don’t you think that if you could have controlled the bulimia, you would have by now? Isn’t it true that in fact you have tried to control it all these years and this is where that control has gotten you?” With a great deal of support from others who had eating disorders and had come out the other side, was I finally able to find a way out from under it. In surrendering to the fact that I was unable to control it, was I finally able to find freedom from it.
I’m all over the map with this post, but perhaps some of these thoughts will prove helpful to someone else or if not at least encourage thought and conversation.
For more on Emma and our journey through her childhood of autism, go to: www.EmmasHopeBook.com