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Pollyanna lived such a meaningful life. When she was a small child, she lost her mother, leaving only her father, a nearly destitute pastor of a missionary church. One day, Pollyanna’s father sent a request to the missionary society for a doll for his daughter. Pollyanna was ecstatic to think of having a doll to love, but when the barrel came, it was not a doll. They sent a pair of crutches instead, with a note saying there were no dolls available, but perhaps the crutches would help someone. Pollyanna was naturally upset, and it was then her father taught her how to play the Glad Game. Her father believed that God meant us to be glad, that we were to “rejoice and be glad.” He challenged Pollyanna to find something about the situation to be glad about. It seemed impossible, until she realized that she could be glad that she did not need the crutches! Her sorrow was transformed, and thus began her child-like passion for finding something to be glad about in every circumstance, no matter how bad it got.
In a process world, the quantum world, the connections between us are deep and mysterious and invisible, like sub-atomic particles that we cannot see but are nevertheless vibrating with a song that could be entitled "Be Kind to One Another." Sadly, not enough people pick up on these vibrations that are the most real part of the universe. People look at matter alone, the surface, the way we seem so disconnected and alone and in competition. We fight and throw bombs and disfigure children for a cause....We often speak of hate as a contagion. Hate is like that, a disease that spreads quickly and disfigures and kills....But in that same universe where disease and hate can spread like a virus, so can kindness. Kindness itself is a form of beauty, a beautiful contagion, one that the philosopher Alfred North Whitehead would say is the essence of the Soul of the World. So, if you happen to be diagnosed with the contagion of kindness, be very careful: you might just be multiplying happiness in the world.
We can begin the re-enchantment process with something as simple as a rock. The energy of rocks is particularly mysterious and primordial. I love to pick up a small rock from the wet sand and feel its warmth in my hand, even on chilly, sweatshirt days when the clouds hang low and the the volcanic sand cools my feet. A rock holds the energy of the sun long after everything around it succumbs to darkness and chill. The warm energy of the rock feels as if it were a living thing. And, in a sense, it is. And its “life” radiates a personality of something strong and trustworthy—and forever present in the world, remaining long after we are gone. The rock is very sure of itself, of its past and its future. And it has reason to be. When we pick up a rock, we are not just holding a lump of minerals: we are holding a piece of eternity in our hands.