Openness is a virtue. This is our belief.
For progress to take place, for fresh ideas to flourish, for peace to reign, minds must be open. This is our creed.
The ability to look at the world from the point of view of Another is one of life’s greatest goods, so the liberal liturgical texts say.
I’m open-minded. Open to people of different colours, cultures, shapes and sizes. But open to what exactly?
Open to their right to exist? Yes.
Open to them enjoying life’s freedoms? Broadly, yes.
Open to them upending my life and ideas? If I’m honest, probably not!
The ability to look at the world from the point of view of Another is good and right. But what if I don’t like what I see?
I honestly can’t tell you when I last listened to a radio station, read a newspaper, attended a conference or festival that didn’t reinforce some idea I already held; or even made me feel surprised and vulnerable.
The ability to look at the world from the point view of Another is good and right. But do I really do it?
It feels like my daily life is one safe space. There’s very little to shock, to surprise, to disagree with. There’s hardly any room for the little Englander, the communist, the extreme liberal…
If I’m honest, I spend most days cleaning, tidying, shining and polishing my preconceived ideas like a chambermaid.
An echo chambermaid.