October 29, 2010
Kent Annan, author of Following Jesus Through the Eye of the Needle and the forthcoming After Shock, passed along a link to a video his organization, Haiti Partners, put together recently; it's really good footage of life on the ground in Haiti, with commentary from the people who Likewise Books sent to Haiti last spring. Hope you enjoy it.
Posted by Dave Zimmerman at 4:17 PM
October 28, 2010
If I Could Talk . . . Revisited
Two things, likely related: (1) Strangely Dim has been under attack by spammers, posting illicit comments and somehow "announcing" old posts to our RSS feed; (2) authorized Strangely Dim posters have had nothing to say for the better part of a month. We apologize for both. In the meantime, one spam comment led me indirectly to this post from five years ago--which, while technically not our current predicament, has something to offer us. Enjoy!
I finally have an idea of what a vow of silence feels like: it feels like a prison sentence.
I have lost my voice. (If found, please e-mail firstname.lastname@example.org.) I was talking to a room full of junior high students about my book, and now my vocal cords are essentially nonvocal. I can still wheeze out a syllable here or there, but for the most part I'm effectively mute.
You'd think that not having a voice would prohibit me from participating in conversations, but you'd be wrong. I sang "Happy Birthday" to my mom (it sounded more like "Abby Earth Day"), I cracked jokes during a break with my colleagues, I directed a sketch for my church's drama team, I talked about a book idea with a woman from Nashville, and I scheduled two meals intended for catching up with some friends. If my publicity agent hadn't exercised some restraint on my behalf, I would have talked on the radio about superheroes for half an hour.
What I've learned is that I, like U2's Bono, "love the sound of my own voice." Right now no one else does, of course, since my voice sounds like gravel scraped across a chalkboard. Still, you can't tell by looking at a person that their voice is dead and can kill, and people continue to engage me in conversation until I respond. Then they apologize and let me go on in silence--which is, ironically, the last thing I want to happen.
I was told once that I should take a retreat of silence to confront my need for attention. I did, and it was good, but while my mouth kept silence, my mind kept chattering away. I took all sorts of notes so I could talk about my experience with all my friends. My experience of voicelessness is quite a bit different from that retreat, however: whereas I could have ended that retreat at any time, I'm currently at the mercy of my throat. I can't talk, and I won't talk well until whatever has taken my voice gives it back.
In the meantime, I'm missing out on a lot. I have tried to acknowledge people in passing and have failed to make a peep; I have tried to make jokes but couldn't articulate the punch line; I've tried to engage my loved ones but have had to simply listen.
You can learn a lot from listening, it turns out. People generally have a lot of stories to tell, and when you're not jockeying for the chance to take the reins of the conversation, they actually have the opportunity to tell them. But we're conditioned to practice dialogue, an equal distribution of talk-time, so when your voice is gone your conversation partners don't know what to do with you. Ironically enough, when you're best suited to listening without interrupting, people stop talking to you.
So here I sit, at least temporarily voiceless and friendless. At least my mind still works, so to speak.
Posted by Dave Zimmerman at 8:27 AM
October 6, 2010
If You See a Donkey Waving . . .What I want to know is, do any of you actually stop and go into a business or restaurant that you otherwise wouldn't have simply because of someone dressed as a dog/cardinal/Statue of Liberty/ice cream cone standing by the road waving? I have my doubts, but if it works, we at IVP might need to rethink some strategies. And find ourselves a good donkey costume.