Saturday, February 24, 2007

I am a child of two worlds

Well, I told Bob I would begin to post stuff about myself (dreams, passions, philosophy, etc) so he and anyone else in the team could get to know me. This self-revelation process scares me because I am not sure what will be done with the information or if I will be misunderstood. However, in conversation with God this last week, He made it clear that for Lent I was to give up fear. (Not that I wouldn't feel it, but that I was to live beyond it, in the largeness of His love and not in the shrinking world of apprehension.) So here is my first post in this respect - a story that tells a little about me.

I live between two worlds...and I long for them to be one.

I was born into a land where the Christian meta-narrative has been placed aside, ignored and not told except in secret places. His name was not on our coinage, His commandments not written on walls or fought for in judicial places, His deliverance from the oppression of kings or racial color was not celebrated in our song...we had no Vacation Bible School as a main staple of summer holidays.

So, I came to know Him in quite a different way. Where my upbringing lacked His words, His pictures were abundant. From my northern aboriginal neighbours, I learned that the world was mysterious and wonderful and good because it had been formed by a Great Spirit with such attributes. I saw all creation and its beauty and a longing for such beauty was born in my heart. I read stories - stories of adventure, romance - mythical or true - of disaster and joy, and His picture began to form in my heart. I saw Him as an unfinished impressionistic work of art - glances, not defined, no edges or details - but I saw Him nonetheless. And so I continued to paint. I painted...I painted...I painted.

But I live between two worlds - and that is only one.

With the crossing of the 49th parallel, my colorful painting was traded for a black and white. The picture is rather the same, only stark and linear and binary.

It is here, south of my homeland, that I heard and learned and thought and read the undeniable, irrefutable systems of theology. My unfinished, impressionistic painting took on a realist feel with hard lines and clear faces. And before long the painting was finished, framed and hanging for all to see. I memorized, I did, I knew, I believed...I believed...I believed.

But I am a child of two worlds and in this second world there was no room for mystery or doubt and what was said about the picture was more important than the picture Itself. We spent lots of time talking about the paintings or perhaps quickly framing them. In this second world we seemed to have a knack for finding the edges of a work of art - defining it by putting borders around it. But we were reluctant to enter into the creation process - not wanting to play with color - afraid to get paint on the floor. We much preferred to observe and discuss the Artist's birth, life and death rather than come paint with Him.

Don't get me wrong. I love this second world. I love answers and truth...except when they don't fit, because sometimes they don't. Sometimes the edges of the frame became too constricting. Sometimes it seemed to me that life was more than black and white. I tried to add new color but the paint just dripped off the edges - the frame too small to support new hues. Sometimes I have tried to cram a picture far to large into a frame far too small and I have missed the intricate work of the Artist.

You see, I am a child of two worlds - I love paintings in glorious color and I think frames are useful for adding beauty and definition. But maybe sometimes we paint too little and frame too fast.

I want to paint...to believe...to paint...to believe.

I am a child of two worlds and I long for them to be one.


1 comment:

BoRazz said...

Hi Tara...again...my first response went poof. Anyway, thanks for your journal in public; I love your creative self expression; I had a question in response: do these two worlds ever coalesce...and if so, when/in what situations do you sense them coming together? Is this often, or rarely.

Also, do you generally see this diversity as a blessing or negative challenge? I sensed that you are not altogether unhappy with this dual heritage, both culturally and spiritually; I mean, clearly there are some negatives, but overall, are you happy about your story?

Love to hear more.....