Showing posts with label wisdom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wisdom. Show all posts

Saturday, May 2, 2009

What panics us

Cheryl pointed me to an excellent article in the Melbourne Age in relation to Influenza A H1 N1 (as we now know it). I hope that these snippets from the article may entice you to read the full account:

"We may be hard-wired to panic about minor threats such as swine flu and ignore real dangers, writes John Watson.

THINK of each "threat", be it terrorism, asylum seekers, SARS, bird flu and now swine flu: how many deaths in Australia has each of these caused? None. Smoking, cars, ordinary flu — these cause thousands of preventable deaths every year and we shrug them off. The disparity between the impacts of threats and the panic they cause is remarkable. Even globally, with the exception of terrorism or, rather, the conflicts it has triggered, the tolls are strikingly small by comparison to the threats that are most likely to kill us.

"... when Prime Minister Kevin Rudd talks about swine flu being a "serious international concern for public health" and vows to use all available resources to counter it, one has to wonder why the world's really big preventable killers barely register"

"Each panic about relatively minor or remote risks diverts attention and resources from tackling threats that we know will kill millions year after year.

  • nearly 2 billion people — a third of the world's population — are infected with tuberculosis. About 5 to 10 per cent go on to develop full-blown TB, which kills about 2 million people a year.
  • AIDS has infected more than 33 million people, including 2.5 million children, and killed about 2.1 million in 2007. In low to middle-income countries, fewer than one in three HIV-positive people receives antiviral therapy.
  • Malaria causes about 250 million cases of fever and about 1 million deaths a year.
  • Even the simple tragedy of diarrhoea as a result of poor sanitation and malnutrition kills about 1.8 million a year. Each day, about 25,000 children die of infectious disease and hunger.

These are not potential pandemics; they are happening now."

"The question, then, is why do the deaths of only some people from obscure diseases cause us to panic? And how can we be so unfeeling when we have the power to save the lives of millions by relatively simple, inexpensive precautions and treatments? The answer possibly lies in the profound hold that stereotypes have over our assessment of threats and our ability to empathise with others. Recent psychological research, including the mapping of brain activity, has established that stereotypes have a very powerful hold over us.

The world is a complex place, full of threats and opportunities. At its most primal level, we quickly need to make sense of these by sorting friend from foe. We are mentally wired to judge by appearances, to categorise on the basis of past experience or conditioning. On a very basic level, this means we almost instantly, automatically and unconsciously decide where people fit into our world. "

"The power of stereotypes would also explain the irrational difference in our attitudes to asylum seekers who arrive by boat and those who arrive by air. Fewer than 40 per cent of "aeroplane people", who vastly outnumber "boat people", succeed in their asylum claims, but their arrival causes no great public concern or resentment. More than 90 per cent of boat people have proven to be genuine refugees, yet the Howard government's claim that the "threat" amounted to a "national emergency" was readily accepted. Boat people fit the stereotype.

As for swine flu, bird flu and SARS, it seems that only when we perceive that infectious diseases threaten "people like us" do we respond with real urgency. The millions killed by TB, AIDS, malaria and other mass killers are doomed to fit the stereotype of people who live and die like that. We can accept it as the way of the world. Aboriginal Australians are just as much victims of the indifference that flows from such stereotyping. Stereotypes matter, but not everyone is prisoner to the irrationality they can inspire. Being conscious of the power of stereotypes to sway the responses of individuals and governments is the first step to reducing them to a useful mental tool, rather than succumbing to a dangerously distorting trap of the mind.

Cheryl links the article really well to Jesus conversing with the Syro-Phoenician woman in Mark 7:24ff when she writes:

"- if we think there’s a chance Jesus got it very wrong at the beginning of the conversation, then the story becomes about something else - the broadening of the mission of God, perhaps; i like the idea that it was about Jesus beginning to recognise that he was tapped into something that could change the world… that this whole section of Mark is as much about Jesus working out who he was, as it was about the disciples doing likewise. And that was happening by being in conversations with ‘the other’… not by the conversations with those who agreed with him, or those who worshipped him.

"I also like the idea that the story fits into the whole Markan theme about humanising the de-humanised… that the systems of power that Mark wants to overthrow are those that suck the life out of people and the world; shattering preconceptions, generalisations and labels… always making us look behind our assumptions of each other, and our judgements that diminish another’s worth… i don’t think that Mark was on about people becoming Christians, he was on about people becoming human."

For myself, one of the challenges to living an authentic Christian life is to see within myself this "neural dehumanisation" that is evidenced by preparing for an influenza pandemic without doing anything much to address the real killers of our world. I need to find a place to start.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Poised with passion

Another Poetry Party (the 23rd) hosted by Christine at Abbey of the Arts features this photograph of sweet Tune waiting at the bathroom door (with her human inside) in eager anticipation of her evening walk. Christine writes:

Luckily my camera was close at hand, but seeing her sit there so patiently, yet full of expectation, touched something in me. I have been pondering doors a lot lately with some of that to appear here on this blog. Often we wait at a threshold and the door has yet to be opened. That space of waiting can be one of the most difficult, and yet often the most necessary of times.

For what are you waiting with eager anticipation? You might speak from your own voice in the poem or that of a dog full of hope.

Feel free to take your poem in any direction and then post the image and invitation on your blog and encourage others to come join the party!

Sweet Tune
Patience born of knowing
pattern and person
Poised with passion
Ready to burst forth
at the first opening of the door

When past routine
no longer maps
direction or desire
Object of anticipation
uncertain and unclear
Restlessness pervades

Sweet Tune
Your poised passion
Eager anticipation
Secure knowing
Remind of greater
being and purpose

Uncertainty and change
open opportunity to wait
wonder, anticipate
familiar passion
pattern and person
in new landscape

Friday, August 22, 2008

Where's your wonder

Driving home this afternoon with the radio on left two lines running through my mind:

Wicked wise men where's your wonder?
From Loudon Wainwright III School Days on the album Recovery.

I was struck by this line. It set me thinking about the dangers we expose ourselves and others to when we lose our sense of wonder. No matter how wise, or evidence-based, or ideologically sound we are. How can our leadership be wonder-filled and not wicked?

Happy memories bloom in my heart
Translation of traditional Tibetan folk tune.

This was part of a documentary on Tibetan folk music recorded by students in their home villages. The researcher Gerald Roche said:

We found this in our discussion early on, that the reasons for songs disappearing fall into a few very simply categories. The first one is that life is changing really quickly in Tibetan places. It's mostly economic development, positive economic development which is improving people's living conditions, such as the mechanisation of work. For instance, in some nomadic areas there used to be felt-making songs, but people now sell their wool off and the felt is made by machine. You no longer need that song. People are using machines to harvest, so you no longer need a harvesting song. People are building their houses of bricks, you don't need a song to synchronise all the workers to ram adobe anymore.

The music was engaging (you can hear it on the link above). I liked this line. It fits where I am at the moment as I reflect back on our family experiences over the years. The happy memories do bloom. In a deep place. They can be overcome by not-so-happy memories. But good gardening technique can value each and keep them in healthy perspective.

May it be so

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Big hearted Godde

Over the past weekend I was among 40+ leaders in our local church at the Naamaroo Conference Centre - a great venue surrounded by National Park land with plenty of opportunity for bushwalking and reflection. As I wandered on Sunday morning I was reading the Oremus office for the previous day and kept coming back to these words from Micah7 (vv 14 and 18):

Shepherd your people with your staff, the flock that belongs to you, which lives alone in a forest in the midst of a garden land; let them feed in Bashan and Gilead as in the days of old... Who is a God like you, pardoning iniquity and passing over the transgression of the remnant of your possession? He does not retain his anger forever, because he delights in showing clemency.

I had with me Te Paipera Tapu - the Bible in Te Reo Maori - the language of the indigenous people of Aotearoa New Zealand. As far as I know this is basically the translation made by predominantly British missionaries in the 19th Century - as there is no notation of revisions in the frontispiece. I find benefit in reading scripture in a language I don't know (especially a phonetic one like Maori) as it somehow reaches through my intellect and connects at a gut level.

The last part of verse 18 reads: ... no te mea e ngakau nui ana ia ki te tohu tangata. In this case I know enough Maori to know that ngakau nui is big heart. And tohu tangata is a subject people. I think this means that Godde has a big heart toward the people of Godde.

Ngakau nui will be my updated mobile phone banner for the next while (I noted the other day it is still Lent for Life but we are well past that season of the church year). As I delight to know that Godde delights in showing clemency. That word is so precious.

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

No greater love ...

Just returned from a wonderful thanksgiving service for a man I never knew. I knew of this man through meeting his wife, and hearing from others of her wonderful care and attention to him, especially in the last of their 60+ years together. Afterwards I got talking with another wonderful man who told me about the love of his life for 55 years. He still mises her eleven years after her death. He delighted in telling me how they met and their life together. He had the firmest handshake I've experienced for a long time. I am so blessed to have heard these stories of lifetimes of love and commitment. Tears are not far away. As I give thanks for these two examples of great love lived well. Thanks be to God.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Predicting the Past


Not totally sure why I just love this Savage Chickens: Flashback! Cartoon but I do! Things are always so clear through the retrospectoscope. Thanks Doug for a great post.

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