Something Good and
Beautiful and Fragile
Shared Dreams of Beloved Community
"They do not yet know the sweetness, the loveliness of fellow-feeling and compassion. Compassion not just for nearest and dearest but for all."
So writes philosophy professor Doug Corbitt in a posting on Facebook after a disappointing election evening. In trying to understand how so many Americans could vote for a man who, in Corbitt's words, is "dishonest, cruel, and self-serving," he speculates that their blindness is partly a matter of knowledge. "They do not yet know the sweetness.
In my view the knowing to which he refers is not intellectual knowledge alone. It lies in being grasped in the heart by a hope, a dream, that is inherently compelling and beautiful, filled with a mythic power to inspire and attract. The knowing at issue is a combination of imagination and feeling; and its object, the something beautiful and sweet, is the dream of beloved community.
Many religious visionaries have had such dreams and shared them with their followers. Jesus had a dream, for example, and called it the basileia tou theou. We often translate his phrase as the kingdom of God, but it can as easily be translated the community of compassion where the love of God rules in the heart of each and all. It is state of affairs in which the will of God is done on earth as it is in heaven.
Dreams such as these can be dangerous, insofar as, when we are grasped by them, we so easily divide the world into two types: those of us to know the dream and those who don't. To some extent this is unavoidable, because some people truly do not share the dream of such community. Aware of the problem with the dualism, Corbitt reminds us to avoid this trap. In his words: Something beautiful and good--something beautiful and good but very fragile--is lost if we nurture bitterness and hate and allow them to root and grow in our inmost selves.
Where do dreams come from? Open and relational theologians believe that they come from a deep and divine source, a cosmic dream-giver, God, who lures us by providing dreams by which our hearts are grasped. These dreams may be very personal, aimed primarily at finding wisdom for how we might live our individual lives. But they may also be social dreams, collectively shared, and which surface in many people simultaneously as a collective hope.
And how do we discover them? Not only at night, but in the course of daily life, when we meet somebody, a leader, who inspires the dream. He or she brings out the dream in us; or better inspires us to recognize the dream as already inchoate in our own lives. The leader becomes, as it were, a dream weaver.
And yet, as Sheri Kling makes clear below, we never weave our dreams alone. We dream in relation to others and with their help. At some level we dream together, each enriching the dream of the other.
In the essay below Kling's focus is not on collective dreams of beloved community, but on more localized dreams within given organizations. She imagines Offices of Soul Development within businesses, civic groups, churches, and mosques, where people are encouraged to share and learn from one another's dreams.
I find myself wondering if the United States might not also need a Department of Soul Development. Or perhaps better, the Department of Shared Dreams. Its task would be to help the citizens of America uncover and live into their dreams for themselves and for community with one another. It would sponsor workshops and dream circles. And I also find myself wondering if those who vote 'the other way' don't themselves carry, somewhere in their hearts, the hope for beloved community, too, if only we listen to them in loving ways. Might we all benefit from the many projects of the Department of Shared Dreams? Wouldn't that be one way of helping bring about in our nation, and maybe in our world, something good and beautiful and fragile?
- Jay McDaniel, November 4, 2020
So writes philosophy professor Doug Corbitt in a posting on Facebook after a disappointing election evening. In trying to understand how so many Americans could vote for a man who, in Corbitt's words, is "dishonest, cruel, and self-serving," he speculates that their blindness is partly a matter of knowledge. "They do not yet know the sweetness.
In my view the knowing to which he refers is not intellectual knowledge alone. It lies in being grasped in the heart by a hope, a dream, that is inherently compelling and beautiful, filled with a mythic power to inspire and attract. The knowing at issue is a combination of imagination and feeling; and its object, the something beautiful and sweet, is the dream of beloved community.
Many religious visionaries have had such dreams and shared them with their followers. Jesus had a dream, for example, and called it the basileia tou theou. We often translate his phrase as the kingdom of God, but it can as easily be translated the community of compassion where the love of God rules in the heart of each and all. It is state of affairs in which the will of God is done on earth as it is in heaven.
Dreams such as these can be dangerous, insofar as, when we are grasped by them, we so easily divide the world into two types: those of us to know the dream and those who don't. To some extent this is unavoidable, because some people truly do not share the dream of such community. Aware of the problem with the dualism, Corbitt reminds us to avoid this trap. In his words: Something beautiful and good--something beautiful and good but very fragile--is lost if we nurture bitterness and hate and allow them to root and grow in our inmost selves.
Where do dreams come from? Open and relational theologians believe that they come from a deep and divine source, a cosmic dream-giver, God, who lures us by providing dreams by which our hearts are grasped. These dreams may be very personal, aimed primarily at finding wisdom for how we might live our individual lives. But they may also be social dreams, collectively shared, and which surface in many people simultaneously as a collective hope.
And how do we discover them? Not only at night, but in the course of daily life, when we meet somebody, a leader, who inspires the dream. He or she brings out the dream in us; or better inspires us to recognize the dream as already inchoate in our own lives. The leader becomes, as it were, a dream weaver.
And yet, as Sheri Kling makes clear below, we never weave our dreams alone. We dream in relation to others and with their help. At some level we dream together, each enriching the dream of the other.
In the essay below Kling's focus is not on collective dreams of beloved community, but on more localized dreams within given organizations. She imagines Offices of Soul Development within businesses, civic groups, churches, and mosques, where people are encouraged to share and learn from one another's dreams.
I find myself wondering if the United States might not also need a Department of Soul Development. Or perhaps better, the Department of Shared Dreams. Its task would be to help the citizens of America uncover and live into their dreams for themselves and for community with one another. It would sponsor workshops and dream circles. And I also find myself wondering if those who vote 'the other way' don't themselves carry, somewhere in their hearts, the hope for beloved community, too, if only we listen to them in loving ways. Might we all benefit from the many projects of the Department of Shared Dreams? Wouldn't that be one way of helping bring about in our nation, and maybe in our world, something good and beautiful and fragile?
- Jay McDaniel, November 4, 2020