Race You To The Fruit Tree
Over a decade ago I came across a groovy word. Words are my thing. They’re my chocolate.
The word is Ubuntu. It originated in South Africa. It is Zulu-lian. (Okay now I’m making up words, but you should say that one out loud. It feels good in your mouth, like phonetic Turkish Delight). Ubuntu has to do with connectedness, compassion, kindness. It is a humane perspective on humanity.
I’m reading The Book of Joy by Dalai Lama and Desmond Tutu, which is where Ubuntu came up again for me. It’s such a beautiful concept, all lit up with Christ-light and good soul sense. It’s sure messed me up in business a time or two, no fault to the concept but only to my slow life-learning curve. My competitive heart melted and I learned that altruistic capitalism is easier conceptualized than practiced. Life, at least in my neck of the woods, is more like a football game than a happy foot-race to the fruit tree.
At any rate, Lent seems like the perfect time to be thinking about Ubuntu again. It’s a season to reflect, to acknowledge the ways I have missed the mark, to be forgiven, to forgive, and to live in the hope that Love does exist that knows no boundaries. Or judgment. God help us.
Love never fails. (I Corinthians 13)