It’s funny, I just got done watching a past episode of LOST on my new tablet, which I find thoroughly enjoyable and recommend highly during one’s day off ☺ Who knew I could be so inspired to write after watching a little ole t.v. show? Anywho, the episode ended with the lead character being asked to push a button that may or may not lead to the destruction of the island that they are stranded on.
The idea, of avoiding destruction, was presented to them through an old film about how a countdown process was to be repeated and a saving button was to be manually pushed, on a computer, every 90 minutes or so. A man, discovered in this cave-like lab, had been pushing the button for the last three years! He had left, so it was up to the people who had found this underground lab to make it happen. The lead character, from the beginning, questioned the reasoning behind the process. What would happen if they didn’t? How did they know for sure it would cause destruction? Maybe this was all a huge experiment to see if the humans would continue pushing a button with little to go on but someone else’s wishes and directions? He questioned and doubted the source from the beginning.
In the end, given the last second, the lead character was talked into pushing the button. The other character told him it was a leap of faith. This triggered something inside of me.
How fine a line it is between fear and hope when it comes to the definition of FAITH. There immediately came to me two perspectives on this subject. One could view the button pushers as having faith in a process that guarantees survival and having the hope to take action in order to continue this hope and call it faith. The other perspective I saw was that the button pushers were full of fear. They were not willing to take the risk and experience the truthfulness of the process. They would much rather stay “safe” than experience the consequence of the truth. In this episode faith is something attached to hope and goes along with pushing the button, “just in case”, the button really did cause destruction. If they pushed the button, it showed that they had enough hope that they would be safe instead of “giving up” and taking a huge RISK on everyone’s mortality. It seemed to me that the faith promoting, “push the button” path was revered above the “doubting” path of the non-pusher.
I would beg to differ, however. I see now that because the button was pushed, the people are continually “tied” to the button and their world will stay small, confined to the area of the cave and the button, so as not to go too far from the button. I see that their choice to push the button can be seen as being fearful, not faithful and not hopeful. They are fearful of the “what if’s” in their world. Their desire to preserve “safety”, in whatever manner possible, is much stronger than their willingness to “let go” and accept what may come as the countdown goes to zero. They put their hope and faith in the outcome of the process. In other words, they are attached to the outcome, NOT in the truthfulness of the process.
The non-pushers doubt the process and doubt the source and are not revered in the world of the button pushers. They doubt the truthfulness of the messages given. They are not so willing to blindly believe the “story” that is placed before them. They are seen as hopeless, as one who gives up, gives in and not strong enough to “hold on” to the only “sure” way to keep everyone continually living. “Just push the button!” they plead. “If you just push the button, we will all be safe!” the button pushers exclaim. “Show some faith, show some hope, like we do!” they exhort.
In addition, it seems in my world that the fear-based button pushers are most often revered as spiritual, faithful, hopeful, strong and true. These people hang on to traditions, cling to the aging stories that they hope are true and define their lives by the amount of times they’ve pushed the button. At the end of the day, they are always aware of the button nearby, ready to push it when needed and call it “faith” once again.
I once lived in a world of button pushers. I was a button pusher until I felt that I was ready to “let go” of the outcome and take the risks, even if it meant my spiritual death. I was ready to embrace whatever happened as I refused to push the button. This took more strength and courage from within me then I had ever experienced in my “safe” world of buttons.
I ran and ran, not from fear, not from sin, not from justification….I ran because I COULD! My spirit soared as I ran further and further away from my self-induced concept of a “button”. I ran because I no longer needed to protect my imagined hopes. I ran to embrace the “what if’s” in my life. I ran to welcome the unknown and experience whatever consequences appear before me.
I still find myself, from time to time, starting to create a button or two in my life. As I do, I wake up…take a step back and smile once again as I turn to walk and then to run and then to fly…
I realize now that the man who ran away, who had been pushing that button for three years, was not running away in fear, he was running away into freedom. He wasn’t running away FROM anything but was running TOWARDS freedom. He was finally able to just “go” without feeling the heavy weight of pushing the button again. He was ready and willing to “let go” of the outcome, if the button is pushed by someone else or not pushed. It didn’t matter to him anymore. He was done depending on survival by a system that may or may not be true. He was willing to accept whatever outcome came. He was free.
Are you free?