Curiosity cannot abide the status quo. It must inquire, test, explore, and wrestle with possibilities and tantalizing lines of inquiry. Curiosity is a restless companion. It ever challenges the limits of the imagination, reaching for ideas just beyond its grasp.
Trails piqué my curiosity. I always wonder what is around the next corner. The photo above depicts a tree fallen across the path in Portland’s Forest Park. I wonder how long ago this happened? What events led to its fall? Is it now safe to walk under it? There was only one way to find out. I walked under it. My curiosity on the final question was satisfied. But so many other questions remain.
Curiosity kills the status quo because it pushes the boundaries which provide comfort to it. It forces change, adaptation to new realities.
Sometimes the reason people reject change is that they have lost their willingness to explore the questions and resulting answers which curiosity raises. They figure that the status quo may be disappointing, but at least it is a manageable pain, unlike the unknown path hidden by fallen trees and sharp cutbacks in the trail.
Curiosity cannot abide such fatalism. It must explore. Live. Breathe deeply the rich air of possibility. Of hope. A person who wields such a potent curiosity to seek God’s direction is willing to lay aside comfort and recognition in favor of meaning and significance. Obstacles such as fallen logs and tangled undergrowth provide a metaphor for the reality of messy lives. Mine. Yours. Others. Curiosity presses in, rather than recoiling back into the familiar cocoon of the status quo. In fact it breaks out, rendering the cocoon no longer habitable.
In its place a new habitation must be built. In the company of others whose lives have also experienced brokenness, but who seek hope in God.