June 02, 2010
I turned in my rolodex last week.
All year it has sat on my desk, and Susan has diligently given me little cards for new people or for changes. I have been pretty good about putting these into the rolodex, so there have only been a few times when there were little piles of cards sitting next to it.
But in this whole year, I have not used that file even once. Why would I? There are directories, both printed and digital, that I have used instead.
So the rolodex—which once upon a time must have been the brilliant product of cutting edge thinking—is now obsolete.
Once upon a time it could take thousands for years for a human product to be bettered; the move from one kind of arrow head to another, the slow breeding of a new type of corn, these things took time. People had generations to slowly adapt to some of these changes. Today, the pace of change is progressing at an ever increasing speed.
But we as individuals can sometimes choose the rate at which we accept change.
Until ten years ago Genie and I still had rotary phones in our house. Some of our daughter’s friends didn’t know how to use them, but we clung on to them because we felt no need to change.
They were good enough for grandpa, they were good enough for me.
And then in January of 2000, when our daughter was a senior in high school, the school switched to a new system where the caller was required to have push button phones; if you did not, the system could not handle your call and you were kicked out of it. I ran down to a store and purchased two eight dollar push button phones.
Had Heather graduated from high school a year earlier, we might still have only rotary phones. Today, of course, I am used to the new-fangled phones, but it was the imposition of the change that annoyed me.
And isn’t there something about the human spirit that is like that—I don’t care if it’s good for me, I don’t wanna!
I am reminded of the Dr. Seuss refrain, “I do not like green eggs and ham”.
In the realm of telephones, I have come to accept the way things are; I push buttons.
But what are the other areas of my life where I am resistant to change, not because the change itself is bad, but because I didn’t choose it?
Are there places where I am resistant to theological or religious change that is taking place around me, to the messages of God or the cosmos aimed in my direction? May I always have an open spirit, may I always be open to new revelation.