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Point Goodness afoot but not hyped
By CHRISTOPHER de VINCK
We are easily seduced by predictions
these days. Elections are called before the final votes are tallied. Snowstorms
are described before a single flake floats down from the mercurial sky. We hire
soothsayers and statisticians to determine the outcome of the stock market and
football scores.
There are people in Japan who claim they can cure illness by
scrutinizing the soles of peoples feet. There are those who fear that
because the Maya calendar runs out in 2012, the world will come to an end.
People of India visit the town of Kanchipuram and pay to have their lives
predicted based on ancient, inscribed palm leaves.
When I was 15 years old, our black cat, Moses, ran up the side
lawn and deposited on the back porch a wiggling, pink, four-legged newborn
creature that was unidentifiable. My brother said it was a kitten. My sister
said it would grow into a pig. Its a rat, I announced with
confidence as my mother looked down with concern. Well, whatever it
is, she said, its hungry.
I quickly found a new eyedropper in the medicine cabinet, warmed
some milk and tried feeding the mysterious animal. It sure can
drink, I said. And drink it did, day after day, until the hairless,
closed-eyed animal developed fur, wide eyes and a long, full tail.
Everyones guess was wrong. It was a squirrel.
Funny how we can look at something and believe with certitude that
the future will form the image we create in our imaginations. It is sad when
such predictions are attached to hubris and money. Our news agencies nationwide
have come to believe, it seems, that they can report on stories before they
happen. Because they cannot beat out the competition anymore to get the story
first, they will do better than that and report the story before it even takes
place.
Because the television and radio networks predicted incorrectly,
and with hype, that New Jersey would experience one of the worst snowstorms in
the last 50 years, the schools were closed one day in February. As my
15-year-old son entered the kitchen after sleeping until 8:30, I said,
Why dont you call some of your friends and go sledding. At least
there is enough snow for that.
Michael said, Hey, maybe thats a good idea.
Ill pick everybody up, I suggested, and
they can come back later for hot chocolate, and Ill treat everyone to
pizza.
Michael logged online and dialed friends on the phone at the same
time. Within 10 minutes, seven high school sophomores were all set to be picked
up at 12:30. I predicted they would have a great time.
Later that day, there were seven teenagers in my living room
laughing, talking about their teachers and best friends. There were three empty
boxes of pizza on the kitchen counter, and seven plastic toboggans on the
driveway.
Our churches and myths are good at predicting hell, doom and
cataclysm under the crushing effects of sin. Hopi Indian legends are filled
with predictions that we will perish under the weight of technology. I was
disappointed when the Vatican tried to pawn off the final secret of
Fátima as some specific prediction of Pope John Paul IIs attempted
assassination.
I believe evil is small crab grass in the Garden of Eden. I
believe we are still a faith-built people. I believe most of our mothers and
rabbis, our teachers and priests tell children predictions of hope and
goodness.
The Dead Sea scrolls predicted the struggles between light and
darkness of our inner selves and forecast that purity of heart will triumph.
Even Nostradamus believed that goodness will defeat evil.
My brother Oliver was blind, crippled, born without an intellect
and without the ability to speak, chew or talk. My mother said to me often as I
fed Oliver, When you go to heaven, Christopher, the first one to greet
you will be Oliver. He will run to you, embrace you and then will say,
Thank you. I think my mother knows better than Nostradamus,
Hopi Indians, popes, foot readers and palm leaf sages.
Look closely at what the news organizations are telling us, and
look inside your own heart. Listen to CNN, and look at your children being
good. Read Newsweek, and watch your husbands and wives go off to work
each day with stamina and courage.
Do not be seduced into believing that television news programs and
newspapers project what is really happening in the world each day, or what
might happen. Do not be misled by their dire predictions and false assumptions.
Like most soothsayers and seers, the media experts react to daily events of
ugliness because that is what grabs our attention. Goodness, like a rich autumn
crop, is not news, but a 15 year old who shoots 13 people in a high school or
locusts swooping down upon a rich field are considered worthy items for
national attention, with dire predictions that we are evil people heading
toward a horrible end.
I liked watching that hairless animal develop into a fat, gray
squirrel. I liked listening to my sons teenage friends this afternoon
singing together over pizza and soda. I like thinking about dancing with my
brother in heaven.
Lets see. Should I listen to Dan Rathers view of the
world, or my mothers? n
Christopher de Vincks most recent book is Compelled
to Write to You. He is a public school administrator and lives in Pompton
Plains, N.J. His e-mail address is devinck@sprynet.com
National Catholic Reporter, April 20,
2001
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