Friday, July 23, 2010

Scaffolding

Metaphors. Gotta love 'em. Like their step brothers, the analogy, metaphors are so frequently used in everyday society, it's become difficult to separate the vain from the ones that actually have value. I believe that during my stay in North Carolina, I was acquainted with one of the latter category.

Each of the three years my church has done out of state trips, we have attended a nightly chapel service. There, the Team Effort staff would have a theme relative to the work we were doing, as well as giving everyone something to think about during the week long stay on site. The major point of focus being what's keeping you from God, for the most part. Our theme for this past week was scaffolding. What scaffolding literally is, is a temporary structure used to support people and material in the construction or repair of buildings and other large structures. Metaphorically speaking, the art of scaffolding represents what's holding you up, i.e. the relationships we build around us, familiar places and thoughts, things like that. There's both good and bad scaffolding, each being pretty self-explanatory. Which is which is up to the individual.

Needless to say, I found the whole concept to be quite intriguing, after I was finished giving it my own interpretation, that is. I personally don't care much for the more dogmatic aspects of the scaffolding theme, no matter how big of a part that plays into how other people perceive it. Me, I like having more room for developing on my own terms. Selfish as hell fer shur, but it's just what makes me comfortable. For this, I substituted any relation to God with the general discovery of balance, for lack of a lamer term. What were the things that kept me from leading a satisfactory life? Is there even anything that needs tending to in my life right now? Why the frigg is the shift key on my keyboard broken? I dunno. Just some things I can ponder during the remainder of my summer. Maybe you aught to try it out as well.

Also, I STILL haven't shaved yet. But that's a story for another day. Arrevaderchi.

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