‘But the fighter still remains’



The Boxer

“I am just a poor boy
Though my story seldom told
I squandered my resistance
For a pocket full of mumbles such are promises


Then I’m laying down my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone going home
Where the New York City winters
Are bleeding me, bleeding me going home


In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminder of every glove that laid him down
And cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame
I am leaving I am leaving but the fighter sill remains”

This is a gem of a bonus track on Mumford & Son’s new album, Babel.  A throwback tribute to Simon and Garfunkel’s haunting ballad of a man just trying to find his way, but not giving up.  Somehow, some way, the fighter still remains.

This song goes out to all of you who know what it feels like to be cut down, to be set aside, to not get chosen, to find yourself on the ground.  It’s a lonely and dark place, the cold tiles of the floor bring no comfort.  They pale in comparison to the longings of warmth and companionship around the fire of joy and celebration.  But when you are knocked to the mat, those memories seem distant and joy is a difficult value to summons.  But yet, the fighter still remains.

Many of you have lived chapters of life.  You may have a chapter that about brought you to extinction.  A chapter that about snuffed the light out of you but for some dying embers to keep you awake, both in soul and life.  And yet you remain, you are here.  You have not gone down to the depths, you have yet risen to the surface of new hopes and perhaps a craving for a resurrection of sorts.  There is something of life yet breathing within and the figher still remains.

So today, what is the fighter in you saying?  What is that inner voice fighting for?  What do you long to see yet changed?  What anthem is within you that you want to offer as proclamation to a new generation?  What hope will not be dismayed?  What injustice wreaks havoc on your heart and won’t let you go?  What darkness must you stand up to?  What lie must you confront?  Why do you keep getting up?  These are the haunting questions of our heart and soul, it is part of being human.

The fighter in you still remains, come out swinging today.

peace, Chris

Why I don’t take myself too seriously as a leader

‘There and Back Again: A Hobbit’s Tale’, by Bilbo Baggins

I have begun re-reading the ‘Hobbit’ by Tolkien in preparation for the first installment of the movie trilogy coming out this year and to be honest, it (LOTR) is the only fiction I have ever enjoyed.  I never read fiction, not sure why, but it’s not a genre that connects with me though I really like ‘story’ and ‘narrative’.  Perhaps I’m more of storyteller than a reader.  But I do find the themes in the LOTR epic to be full of meaning and lessons for our real-life adventures.  Themes of courage, perseverance, community, friendship, wonder, questions, lusts, greed and the personifications of evil.  This is the stuff of real life.  The simple hobbits from the idealic shire have much to reveal to us as to how to adapt and take on the challenges in life we choose, and more importantly, how to take on the challenges in life we have not chosen but seemed to have chosen us.

Most notably in the Hobbit, it is a theme of life being incredibly ‘cyclical’. 

There’s a cycle to life in that if we live long enough, we start in diapers and we end in diapers.  But that’s not the adventure I’m speaking of.  Bilbo is coerced to leave his simple life and in the end, he returns back to his simple life, though notably changed.  When we look at the cylcles of societies, governments and nations in history, we see similar cycles.  Nations are born out of revolutions of the people, typically the grassroots.  Once the grassroots gain power, they organize as is neccesary for governing.  William Penn experimented with the ideal of less governance so that the people would choose rightly, they rarely did and metaphorically ate each other in early Pennsylvania days.  Penn practiced leadership differently in his later governing period than he did in his early and perhaps naive Quaker roots.  Given enough time, organizations/societies/governments naturally evolve away from grassroots to the development of systems that exist to perpetuate the norms and the survival of those systems.  In worst case scenarios, this leads to a kind of institutionalism that is a far cry from its revolutionary cry.  Literally the revolution became what it was against, co-opted by time, differing agendas and the complexity of organizational leadership.  In time, new grassroots rise up and revolutions are spurred on only to repeat the cycle again.  It is a world history tale of ‘there and back again’. 

While in Korea the past couple weeks, I listened to the history and evolution of the Christian Church in Korea.  It has for decades been seen as the hotbed for evangelicalism around the world.  Of the 100 largest churches in the world, Korea has 50 of them while sending missionaries around the entire globe.  The narrative of coming out of poverty after Japanese occupation and the Korean War, the explosive growth of the church in South Korea paralelled the equal growth of economy, technology and modern development.  A driven and faithful people rising early several mornings a week for concentrated prayer, they ‘awakened the dawn’ asking their God for deliverance and direction.  Growing nationalism was directly tied to growing Christianity.  What resulted was a miraculous crescendo of the Modern ‘Era’ like never seen before.  However, like the rest of the world, with the dawn of postmodernism and the seductive power of consumerism, the church in Korea is on similar decline like the West.  Out of poverty, they don’t have a yearning for deliverance as they did in their ‘grassroots’ days.  This is so similar to the American story yet in such a dramatically shorter timeframe.  It is showing a ‘cycle’ that no one is immune to, it’s another story of ‘there and back again’

So why don’t I take myself that seriously as a leader?  I’m not a fatalist, but I deeply understand by looking at history that I’m a part of a larger story that is in and of itself, a part of a larger story.  I live on a globe that is one planet in a galaxy of what we now understand is interconneted with millions of other galaxies.  Quite simply, it’s not up to me.  But also quite remarkably, I’m an individual story in community with trillions of other stories called life in this Creation.  And I do get to play a part.  I get to choose some adventures, and I also get to respond to some adventures that seemingly have chosen me.  It’s not up to me, but I do get to live my story and let it rip so that others can read of and learn of my tales.  Leadership isn’t a science, it’s not done in a clean and sterile lab.  Leadership is a response to the needs in front of you and a thirst to get on the adventure of doing something about it.  People don’t follow statistics, they follow those with dirty feet who have been to the dark places and can act as the guide for a way out.  None of us know ultimately how our story will be used in the greater story, but we do get to choose to show up, have some courage and even fight a few dragons along the way. 

My encouragement to leaders is not to take yourself too seriously, it’s not about you.  It’s about the wonder of a larger story.  Cheers to the tales of your courageous journey of ‘there and back again’.