Archive: (n) a collection of historical documents or records providing information about a place, institution, or group of people.
Just yesterday someone was extolling the beauty of such an endeavor.
It seems noble–to “archive away” the blessings of our lives, to be retrieved at various intervals to enrich our thinking and stimulate our warmth.
During the holiday season, I find myself in the presence of family. Even though I realize the word “family” is a noun by the laws of grammar, in many ways it is a verb–either past or present-tense.
For the danger, as we well know, in getting together with those who were raised in the same house, and who even share genetic material, is that the conversations will drift back to former times instead of truly enjoying the moment or even dreaming of great ideals.
It’s just not for me.
So to balance this out:
- I must be willing to cease to be someone’s dad in order to press forward and become their friend.
- They must be willing to abandon obligatory reverence or even some fearful flashbacks, to acquire the tenderness of a “new-wine relationship.”
It takes great maturity to be childlike in our faith. Without that maturity we all have a tendency to remain childish.
I don’t think I would make a very good archivist. I would understand the concept, but I think my mind would push towards making new inroads instead of visiting the museum of my past.
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