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Safety Is (Also) Not Last

 A couple of decades ago, tragedy struck not a family in our parish but a family close to one of our families. A teenager and a few of his friends were on the roof of an empty parking garage, racing their cars and, it seems, daring each other to go faster and faster. One of them hit the edge guard and, I think, his car lofted over it into the air, crashing to the ground. However it happened, the driver was dead on the spot.
    The lesson was plain, if hard. It is not a sign of bravery to be foolish. Aristotle says true courage is somewhere between timidity and recklessness. We can be too careful, and as a result fail to act when we should. At the other extreme, we can be too careless, and act when we should hold back.
    T. S. Eliot writes: “Teach us to care and not to care / Teach us to sit still.” Learning to wait is an important part of life. Yet the Christian end is not a Buddhist stillness: the end is to act when the time is right.
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    A standard example for students of morality runs like this. It is wrong to cut off someone else’s leg. But it is not wrong for a surgeon to remove a gangrenous leg. What’s the difference? From a bare description, they look the same: a torturer and a doctor each perform the same action. Indeed, in an isolated place—a desert, a battlefield—the two actions could bring equal pain to the person whose leg is being cut off. The difference, of course, is not only in the intention (the doctor intends to save a life, the torturer to inflict pain) but also in the presence of the gangrene.
    Surgeons impress me. They care about their patients’ well being. They have love, empathy, and in general the good of their patients in mind. But when the time comes, they do not hesitate to act decisively, with knives and saws and the other proper tools of their craft.
    It is wrong to operate needlessly, and wrong to hesitate to cut when it is time to cut. Surgeons learn to care and not to care.
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    I am impressed also by people who have been trained in the military. Soldiers learn to acknowledge fear and to bracket it. They are taught to manage risk. You can’t be a soldier and not take on risk, all the way to the risk of death to yourselves and others. But risk needs management. It can be managed, in the best circumstances, in a layered, intelligent manner. An order is handed down. The officer transmits the order to his or her people. It is not negotiable, but in carrying it out they have a measure of discretion. “We have to do this, but what is the best way for us to do this?” Time permitting, there may be discussion. Decisions are made, then it goes on down to the next level, and so forth.
    What one sees in this training is a general outlook to do things in the smartest way they can—and an important part of “smartest” involves safety—without being held back by the risks to safety. Risk is a given; how will we manage risk?
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    God clearly wants us to learn (through this Virus, as always) that love of one another is different from sentimental care. Love learns when to care and when not to care. Love takes on risks, but does so without being reckless. When the Word of God took on our humanity, he knew it would kill him. But there was nothing reckless about it.
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    But just for fun: The film “Safety Last” is hilarious. From 1923, starring Harold Lloyd (who is worthy of the fame of Charlie Chaplin) and Mildred Davis, it will give you 70 minutes of fun.
    My local newspaper once reported, with regard to a minor accident, that the driver was charged with “wreckless driving.” I sent it to the New Yorker and got a polite note of thanks, saying this is a common error.

 

As We Re-emerge

   Out jogging early one day last week, the fancy came over me to go by the old stop. They had been closed for some time, and occasionally I had gone past, looked in the window, glad to see the cups and the counters still there. I had been missing the coffee of course, but even more I missed seeing the folks there. How were they getting along? The actor, the pianist, the student, the manager: were they well? Were they making it through?
    And on this morning: the lights were on. I looked closer: there were people inside. A sign indicated one could use the app to place an order. Then one of them unlocked the door and said, “Victor, good to see you.” Distance was kept and masks were in place, and in two minutes I had become, as it happened, the first customer post-shut-down.
    We chatted, caught up a bit, talked about how the re-opening might proceed in the weeks and months to come.
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    Each of us needs to pay attention to what we feel while our world—our neighborhood, our city—starts to loosen the restrictions that we have been living with for the past couple of months. It’s like emerging from a fast. You don’t want to eat too quickly; in fact, you want to savor every little bit. I think of cold water after a long walk on which I forgot to bring a water bottle: the way it hits the top of my mouth, back there above my tongue; the way it can be felt going down the throat.
    What will you feel—what are you feeling—as this slow but palpable transition begins?
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    I wrote earlier about having life interrupted by this Blasted Virus; we need to notice the interruption not merely as the bad thing it is (with such silver linings as it has) but also as a foretaste of the Great Interruption, namely, the end of our life. The fundamental Christian affirmation is that death is “only” an interruption, that on the other side of it there is another kind of life, a life that is this life purified and strengthened. Saint Paul’s analogy is that this present life goes through fire, and out comes, please God, the new life.
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    So, Austin, what did you feel that morning? It was joy, to be sure; it made my day that they were open. But (I noticed) the joy was far in excess of the coffee, almost as if the coffee didn’t matter. The joy was in seeing people and being seen. We aren’t friends, but we are friendly, and we can often remember each other’s names, and we know a bit about each other’s lives. And that feels good, it gives joy.
    What does the joy mean? My words, I feel, are always inadequate. But it means something like this: We human beings are meant to be with one another—not just with a particular friend, or a family, but all of us. And we are psychosomatic unities, body-and-soul unities. We are not images on a screen, or voices on a telephone, or words written on a page.
    When this is all over, I do not want to forget the joy that I feel in these simple meetings as we re-emerge.
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    One final thought, about God. Once God had created the world, he wanted to be more than the world’s creator. He wanted to be in the world, right alongside his creatures. That’s hard for us to imagine, although one can perhaps imagine being the author of a story and finding you want to be in the story yourself. Whatever we think of it, it is just the case: God wanted to be with his creatures. So what did he do?
    Did he write them a letter?
    Did he send them a DVD?
    Did he organize a Zoom meeting?

    Of course not. But why? Why would a letter not have been enough? Why would a video from God not have been satisfactory? Why would it not be enough for God to show himself to us on our computer screens?
    I think we all have a better feeling, now, for the answer to those questions.

 

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The Rev. Canon Victor Lee Austin. Ph.D., is the Theologian-in-Residence for the diocese and is the author of several books including, "Friendship: The Heart of Being Human" and "A Post-Covid Catechesis.: