“Do not be so open-minded that your brains fall out.”
— G.K. Chesterton
Few things are as condemning in this day and age than being accused of being close-minded. In religion and politics, the most zealous are the least likely to see another point of view, much less tolerate it. There is no chance of growth or redemption when there is not openness and willingness to change and admit one is wrong.
But I’ve known those who are so open-minded, there is nothing left inside but “whatever.” It doesn’t matter, anything goes, if it works for you, who am I to judge, it’s a free country. No boundaries, no barriers, all windows and free to come and go breezes, no foundational beliefs, hopelessly robbed blind. It is a terribly empty void to behold.
Instead I strive to remain unlocked and ready to answer the knock on the door of my convictions and opinions to see who or what may be there, to be receptive to the possibility of something other.
But in reality I’d rather be open-hearted over open-minded. It is far riskier, this bleeding of the heart, when touched, bruised or pierced. Perhaps even a bit messy.
Intentional, not accidental. Grace once spilled from an open beating heart and still does.
Always has. Always will.