Have you ever run into a bear in the woods? A mother bear with two cubs? And have you come nose to nose, that close?
She looked at me. I looked at her. The two cubs looked up at me with curiosity in their eyes. I didn’t yell. I didn’t talk. I didn’t gesture.
What did I do?
I humbled myself and quietly and as slowly as I could I backed up while still facing her until I got a good distance away. Once she saw I was removed from the path, the mother bear took off with the two cubs following close behind.
What do we do when we want others to know we are in the midst of trouble that we can’t handle by ourselves?
Raise a flag.
Call a friend.
Write a letter.
Send a text.
Yell for help…
Take a knee.
The religious every day have an opportunity to take a knee before their God and ask for help. It’s an outward sign of an inward conflict. I can’t deal with this problem by myself oh Lord. I ask for help. Please.
It goes all the way back to kingdoms and monarchs. You stood before the aristocracy and asked for mercy. You bowed. You took a knee. You humbled yourself in the hopes that this earthly mortal would summon the grace to grant your request.
1776 came along and that ended here. I believe it’s official. There is a constitution that enshrines basic rights to all citizens of this country, even members of the NFL.
We no longer have to ask a King for mercy in this democratic experiment. However, trouble doesn’t understand time. Or place. Or race. It pours itself out like a pack of lions after prey. The individual can’t stand against the odds. But together on one knee we are strong.
It’s hard to humble oneself. To admit you don’t know or don’t understand. That old saying, “To live in someone else’s shoes.” It is far easier to dismiss another’s feelings. To dismiss another’s life when it’s not like yours. But why is that?
I extol everyone to humble themselves and listen.
To hear the words.
To understand the problem.
Shut your eyes and hear the tears.
Feel the urgent need of now.