Passwords

So the kids decided to use some Easter money from a grandmother to get the Wii fit.  It’s pretty amazing… but that’s not what I wanted to blog about, today.

What I wanted to blog about was this one feature:  You can protect your “character” with a password, but you don’t have to.  My kids all chose passwords.

There are all kinds of reasons to password protect your guy; it prevents others from going on your “account” it protects others from checking your weight or other things…

Mostly, though, I think that they all chose passwords because they could.  As I was setting up my guy, it struck me as kind of a symbolic decision: Will I live my life protecting myself with all manners of passwords, or will I live openly, authentically, transparently?

It might be that this is the lesson of childhood: that there are times that we need to have a password.  There are times we need to establish walls and boundaries.

But perhaps the lesson of adult hood is that there are times that we don’t.  Even if it means exposing ourselves, setting ourselves up for hurt, heart break, even.

So my account is not password protected.  If you came over, you could just go right on.  (Though, in honesty, that’d probably be a bit creepy.)  You could find my weight (207) you could try all the events I’ve unlocked (the penguin slide is lots of fun) You could go on the balane tests and mess them all up so that the wii would give me a wii fit age of 98…

I’m willing to take the chance.

And what’s more, I’m going to try and live the rest of my life that way.

How about you?  Where are the passwords in your life?   Where are you living password free?

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The stories that speak to our soul begin at a home where things are good. Cinderella is happy with her father. The three little pigs have grown up and are ready to move on. Bilbo Baggins knows his shire. Adam and Eve walk with God in the garden. My story isn’t much different. There was a time and a place where it was so good. There was a community for me. And there was joy. We were filled with a sincere desire to do what God wanted us to do. We possessed explanations and understandings that went a certain distance. We offered security and tradition and laughter. For a lot of years, that was enough. I have this sense that it was also necessary. I have this surety, now, that it certainly wasn’t everything. There were some things that became increasingly problematic as time went by. There was a desire to package things up so very neatly. Sunday morning services were efficient and strategic. Responses to differences of opinion were premeditated. Formula began to feel more important than being real. A real desire for everybody to be one of us, but also a real sense that there is an us, and there is a them. They carried a regret that it has to be this way, but deeper than this regret was a surety that this is how it is. I began to recognize that there was a cost of admission to that group. There were people who sat at the door, collecting it. Those people wished they didn’t have to. But I guess they felt like they did have to. They let some people in, and they left others out. There was a provisional membership. My friends did possess a desire to accommodate people that are different… But it would be best for everyone concerned if they were only a little bit different. I did make many steps forward in this place. Before I went there, there were lies that I believed. Some of the things that I learned there, I still hold on to. But that place is not my home anymore. Those people are not my community anymore. There were times it was hard. I am engaged in a different community now. And I am working hard at finding a place in many different places now, embracing many different kind of families. I don’t always get it right. I am trying and I am learning and I am moving foreward. I have this sense that I am not alone in these experiences. I believe that we are tribe and we are growing. We are pilgrims, looking for a new holy land. Perhaps we won’t settle on the same spot of land. But if you’ve read this far, I am thinking that we are probably headed in the same general direction. I have begun this blog to talk about where my journey is taking me. In every space, we find people who help us along. And maybe we can get to know each other, here. We embrace ideas that provide a structure for the things we believe, and perhaps we can share these too. Maybe we can form a group, a tribe, a community, if we can figure out a way to work through the shadow of these kinds of groups, if we can bigger than the us-and-them ideas that have caused so much trouble in the past. As important as they are, I think the very nature of online interactions will lend itself to something equally powerful. I am stumbling onto these practices that my grandfathers and great grandfathers in the faith engaged in. I am learning about these attitudes and intuitions are so different than the kinds of things we call doctrine today. I don’t know about you, but I am running out of patience, and even interest, in conversations about doctrine. I hope that maybe you’ll share a little something about where your journey is taking you, and maybe our common joys and challenges might help each other along, and we might lift each other up. Thanks for doing this journey with me.

3 thoughts on “Passwords”

  1. social security number?
    pin number?
    e-mail passwords?
    blog password? (you saw how that turned out for Al)
    combination to your locker at work?
    can I have these passwords too?

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  2. I know you didn’t want this to be about the Wii fit, BUT…My question is why do women password protect their Wii fit person?? Then, say you have little girls, what does that teach them about “don’t look at the TV right now when mommies weight comes up?” Just a question that bothers me about women….

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  3. Billy:
    SSN: 012-3456-7890
    pin:1234
    email password: Billy is a doofus.
    No seriously, those are all legit. Would I lie to you? I’m living password free and authentic, now. Seriously.

    Tina:
    Yeah, I hear you. There are a variety of health and body image issues connected to the whole thing. Some of them are good. Some… not so much.
    In the defense of the Wii folks, they emphasize body fat ratio not just weight. You have to go out of your way to even get your current weight, it doesn’t just pop up.
    Weight is such an easy thing to measure, I think it gets a sort-of special status. We don’t have a whole shame complex built around other unhealthy choices. Most of us wouldn’t care if our kids watched us eat unhealthily, most of us wouldn’t care if our kids new we were underweight, most of us wouldn’t care if our kids saw us make spiritually unhealthy decisions, or psychologically unhealthy decisions, or socially unhealthy decisions.
    I suppose within healthy, age-appropriate limits we should be real with our kids. It seems like we send the message “The only thing that really matters whether you weigh the right ammount.”
    And as I ponder this, I find myself wondering… Is it really about health at all? Or it more because society has decided on a certain image of what size it expects it’s members to be?

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