{"id":21321,"date":"2012-07-04T18:00:01","date_gmt":"2012-07-04T23:00:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/timesandseasons.org\/?p=21321"},"modified":"2012-07-04T18:12:40","modified_gmt":"2012-07-04T23:12:40","slug":"the-boundaries-of-independence","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/timesandseasons.org\/index.php\/2012\/07\/the-boundaries-of-independence\/","title":{"rendered":"The Boundaries of Independence"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>As my children have grown and started to leave home, I find myself conflicted by the idea of Independence. Of course I want them to be independent, to go off on their own, make their own choices and even, to be frank, to require less or none of my support and effort. Its not that I’m not willing to give them support and effort, but more that just as they need to be independent, my wife and I would like fewer requirements. We, too, would like a bit more independence.<\/p>\n

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On the other hand, we love our children, and want to know what is going on in their lives. We want to be involved, still. My oldest child is about to graduate from college, and I wish he was close to us, where we could see how he is doing, listen to his problems and challenges, hear how he is doing at work.<\/p>\n

In a different sense I have similar issues with almost everyone I know. To one extent or another I’m curious about what makes others tick and want to understand them. I occasionally see people doing something I think is wrong, and have the impulse to step in and fix it — and sometimes that is even the right thing to do. Does anyone doubt that we should help the elderly person who has fallen on the sidewalk?<\/p>\n

The challenge, of course, is finding the right boundaries between parents and children, between friends or neighbors and even between strangers — where and when its OK to intervene, when “tough love” should be used, when to let the other person figure it out on his own and even when to accept the help from others that we, perhaps, don’t need.<\/p>\n

This is, perhaps, rather obvious. All of us must navigate these issues in our every day lives. How we are perceived by our neighbors and how we, in turn, perceive our neighbors is often determined by how well we navigate these relationships. Not surprisingly, many of the teachings we find in the gospel are directly concerned with how we manage these relationships.<\/p>\n

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An interesting case for these neighbor to neighbor and stranger to stranger relationships can be seen at sporting events. As I have discussed before<\/a>, it is easy to be drawn into the emotion of the game, caught up rooting for your team, hanging on each tense moment of a match, silent amid tens of thousands, waiting for the stunning release when the tension is finally broken.<\/p>\n

Oddly enough, there is really little of importance to determine which team a fan chooses to support. While sports teams often are situated in a particular city and might be said to represent that city, it is rare that the players are actually from that city in any way. While for fans the choice of a team is sometimes influenced by geography, for players its some combination of money and opportunity\u2014athletes almost always play for the team that has chosen them and that gives them the most money. In the end, there is little substance in the fan’s choice of a team.<\/p>\n

Sporting events have their boundaries also, both those that are acknowledge by fans, and those that may be based in ethics and righteousness. You may not like what another fan did or said, but its wrong to throw your drink at them. While the home team fans might boo the fans for the visitors, its wrong to harass them till they feel like they have to leave.<\/p>\n

Personally, I think its wrong to cross the line between rooting for your own team and rooting against the other\u2014such attitudes are, I believe, the root of bad behavior by fans. Its one thing to yell “Go Portugal” and another to scream “Germany Stinks” (except no one says “stinks” anymore). The problem comes when we allow ourselves to suggest or think that others are beneath us, less than us, or that they “stink.” After all, aren’t these statements just a cheap way for fans, who aren’t even actually playing in the game<\/em>, to feel better about themselves?<\/p>\n

Perhaps saying such things once or twice in the heat of the moment doesn’t matter much. But I have to wonder what the long-term impact is on us when we say these things. When does the oft-repeated mantra become belief? How many times does it take before repeated hate is internalized? How often can we shake off the excited epithet about another without internalizing it?<\/p>\n

So that’s my boundary\u2014I don’t cheer against others, only for my teams, which I have chosen, when it gets right down to it, in a mostly arbitrary fashion. But somehow, in our minds, this choice then creates a new boundary, and we are now part of “the Tribe” or “Red Sox Nation” or whatever the fans of your team are called. Now its us versus them, and, too often, it can lead to war.<\/p>\n

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While among friends and neighbors, or between sports teams, these boundaries may seem small, perhaps trivial or at least individual, and fluid — subject to change at whim and based on our choices and behaviors, when boundaries reach the level of government they are often not so at all. Governments often proscribe behaviors that are unacceptable and make distinctions between groups, creating boundaries between people. And governments even create geographic boundaries — lines that usually exist only on maps. But unlike the boundaries between individuals or between groups of fans, the boundaries that governments draw are usually much less fluid; much harder to change.<\/p>\n

As a youth, I remember hearing stories (I have no idea if they were fictional or not) of buildings and even family houses that straddled boundary lines,\u00a0 with the kitchen in one city and the living room in another. Given the way that at least some county borders were drawn in the U.S. as it was developing, I wouldn’t be surprised at all to learn that some farms ended up straddling a border.<\/p>\n

While the implications of governmental, geographic boundaries are often substantial, the lines themselves are fictions of a sort. They often can’t be seen, unless a government has taken a lot of time, trouble and expense to mark them. They had to be drawn by some human being at some point, created out of thin air to satisfy some human need, as often as not the result of ambition or greed. As far as I can tell, it is rare for anyone to claim that they were established by God (except for that whole ‘manifest destiny’ thing of 150 years ago, and territorial claims in the Middle East). More importantly, the boundaries do not themselves determine anything about those who live on one side or another\u2014people and societies do that.<\/p>\n

The success of the United States, I believe, is due in part to how we have handled boundaries. We have benefited from large oceans that gave us a buffer from much of the world, and allowed us to be very open, accepting most who desired to come live here. We have tolerated separate groups, based on ethnicity, language and religion, until they could assimilate, changing both us and them. For most of our history our boundaries haven’t been much of a barrier.<\/p>\n

I am of the opinion that geographic boundaries are a kind of necessary evil, something that we should treat with caution. They remind me of Robert Frost’s poem of nearly 100 years ago, Mending Wall:<\/p>\n

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Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
\nThat sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
\nAnd spills the upper boulders in the sun;
\nAnd makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
\nThe work of hunters is another thing:
\nI have come after them and made repair
\nWhere they have left not one stone on a stone,
\nBut they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
\nTo please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
\nNo one has seen them made or heard them made,
\nBut at spring mending-time we find them there.
\nI let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
\nAnd on a day we meet to walk the line
\nAnd set the wall between us once again.
\nWe keep the wall between us as we go.
\nTo each the boulders that have fallen to each.
\nAnd some are loaves and some so nearly balls
\nWe have to use a spell to make them balance:
\n‘Stay where you are until our backs are turned!’
\nWe wear our fingers rough with handling them.
\nOh, just another kind of outdoor game,
\nOne on a side. It comes to little more:
\nThere where it is we do not need the wall:
\nHe is all pine and I am apple orchard.
\nMy apple trees will never get across
\nAnd eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
\nHe only says, ‘Good fences make good neighbors.’
\nSpring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
\nIf I could put a notion in his head:
\n‘Why<\/em> do they make good neighbors? Isn’t it
\nWhere there are cows? But here there are no cows.
\nBefore I built a wall I’d ask to know
\nWhat I was walling in or walling out,
\nAnd to whom I was like to give offense.
\nSomething there is that doesn’t love a wall,
\nThat wants it down.’ I could say ‘Elves’ to him,
\nBut it’s not elves exactly, and I’d rather
\nHe said it for himself. I see him there
\nBringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
\nIn each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
\nHe moves in darkness as it seems to me,
\nNot of woods only and the shade of trees.
\nHe will not go behind his father’s saying,
\nAnd he likes having thought of it so well
\nHe says again, ‘Good fences make good neighbors.’<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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Of course there are good reasons for boundaries. I have set boundaries for my children as they have grown, and I also have tried to tear down many of the boundaries between us, especially now that I have two children who are adults. I sometimes wish there was more space between my neighbors and I, but most other times I’m very glad that I live in an apartment building and have neighbors who are close, who I can greed in the elevator and on the street.<\/p>\n

I’m very much a fan of sports teams, but I only want a small little stone wall between me and the fans of other teams\u2014one which either of us can step over. Are you a Red Sox Fan? Come, let us go to the game together. I’ll root for the Yankees, and you for the Sox, and neither of us against the other. We’ll have a grand time, enjoy the rivalry and part as friends, ignoring the boundary between us.<\/p>\n

Two hundred and thirty six years ago, the colonies that are now the United States found that the boundaries between us and our motherland didn’t work any more. It took a horrible war to resolve those boundaries both geographic and legal. Over time those boundaries have changed, and now these two countries are today allies and friends. Boundaries remain, but many have been removed. Like me and my grown children, we are both independent and dependent on each other, and on everyone else in this shrinking world.<\/p>\n

So my wish for this U. S. Independence Day is that we think long and hard about the boundaries around us. That we examine how independent and dependent we are on each other. For my wish is that instead of acting the part of the Selfish Giant<\/a>, we listen to the words of Lady Liberty:<\/p>\n

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Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
\nWith conquering limbs astride from land to land;
\nHere at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
\nA mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
\nIs the imprisoned lightning, and her name
\nMother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
\nGlows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
\nThe air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.<\/p>\n

\u201cKeep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!\u201d cries she
\nwith silent lips. \u201cGive me your tired, your poor,
\nYour huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
\nThe wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
\nSend these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
\nI lift my lamp beside the golden door!\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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