HUMANIST CORNER September 2017

“Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body.” Elizabeth Stone
“A new baby is like the beginning of all things – wonder, hope, a dream of possibilities.” Eda J. LeShan
We missed our usual Sunday attendance at the fellowship September 17th as Bell and I were busy participating in a vigil, awaiting the arrival of our second great granddaughter, Maya Belle Curtis. The middle name’s not accidental! Excuse the obvious bias, but Christina carried off a serene and virtually flawless delivery of this beautiful, little girl. Right up to touchdown. All grandparents present and applauding.
That said, with the count now at eight grandchildren and two greats, this exquisite new arrival set my wheels in motion again regarding their inheritance. For example, the U.N. reports that since 1950 world population has tripled. In many instances actions such as Trump’s “global gag rule” will make happy arrivals like Maya’s much more problematic, if not torturous.
Then there’s the little matter of breaking off of that iceberg the size of Delaware, holding back ice covering the Arctic ice shelf itself. Let’s not talk about Greenland, or even mention methane that traps 30 times the heat of CO2 that may be released from sea bottom as the Arctic thaws. But how can such things be a big deal in times when opinion carries the same weight as fact or hard science?
Another fact of Maya’s newly launched life. Endless wars, often as not, based on greed, flaming nationalism, or some, ancient, religious beliefs.
That said, what a temptation to step back in dismay from all those burdens awaiting the world, and our own growing, growing little tribe. On the contrary, it’s provided more chutzpah than ever to be part of the solution! Even though putting this old geezer body where my beliefs are has become somewhat problematic, there are other fish to fry well within reach. Obviously, I can still type (really badly), dial a phone, or write letters and sign on petitions. Even part with a few bucks for the right reasons.
Most of my life’s work has been immaterial. Meaning no buildings sprang up, machine roared into life, or widgets got counted. Purely speculative, as it still is, whether any good ever came of most of it. Behavior-wise, I’ve agreed pretty much with our UU author Robert Fulgum’s admission. Pretty much what I’ve learned, I learned in kindergarten. Although I’d have to add two equally important factors. LEARN and TRY!
So little Maya, welcome to a pretty, bruised world, and a great-grandpa out there who’s still at it. Still not sure what “it” may even turn out to be…