What
is it about people and change? What is about people and the unknown? When
really the unknown isn't all that “unknown.” The unknown is something more like
we know, but we don’t like all the necessary steps between me and that. I mean,
don’t get me wrong. I’m not totally callous to the issue. It isn't totally
foreign to me merely because I’m the one on the other end advocating for that most
dread of all things, change. No, please do not misunderstand. I’ve been on the “Forced
to change” “Need to change” “I’m afraid of change” end of the stick myself. Yes, it’s true I do make a paycheck from resistance and it’s opposite; to some
degree if it didn't exist then neither would I professionally. So, yes it is a
bit of tangle for me; a “love/hate” sort of thing. But c’mon, it is the
thorniest of thorns in my back side. If I could only somehow exist in alternate
plain of reality where resistance was at least less resistant so when I encounter it I don't come off as bruised by the experience. Or if I somehow developed a neuromechanical device that I
could implant in my limbic system allowing me to not feel the full of
weight of resistance wrath then I would be much happier indeed.
The
long and short of it is, to really help I do have to allow some bruising of
myself in order to help the other in their nastiest ways of being. For at the
heart of resistance is fear and an absence of trust. Fear of being without
protection, and absent in trust because change is facing the unknown. In order for the change to happen there
must be a safety net of relationship in place. I have seen in my experience especially for the one trying to help, they must be willing to plumb the depths. Because the absent trust has
thrust its victim deep, deep down into inner layers of self and isolation.
Obstinately at this moment, as uncomfortable as a truth that this is, I am
reminded of the protoevangelium- a ten cent term that refers to something further
elaborated in Isaiah 53. THE Savior in order to save had to be hurt in the
process. If I were smart, and took my cue from His example, I would realize
this same principle applies to the everyday. All those “Little savings” require
the bruising of the savior’s heel. I can’t help unless in my attempt to help
I’ve allowed my heel to be bruised in the process. Then as the strongman C.S.
Lewis described, can reach down into the depths carrying its prize with it to the sunlight.