Mickey Mouse has a lesson to teach us…
Remember that scene in Fantasia when Mickey ends up in a flooded room filled with enchanted brooms carrying water. It’s out of control and Mickey almost drowns.
It didn’t start that way, though. It started with a tired little mouse, who was sick of carrying bucket after bucket of water to fill a basin. It was slow, boring, tiring.
Then he saw the Sorcerer’s hat. Mickey puts it on, raises his hands, and imitates what he has seen from the Sorcerer. And it works. The broom comes to life.
He has figured out how to game the system. The broom marches steadily across the room, dipping into water, carrying Mickey’s buckets for him, pouring them out, over and over and over again. Power doing the work for him. Ahhhh…what a world?!?
But something happens. The broom doesn’t stop. It keeps going and going and going.
Mickey put a mechanism in place that he didn’t know how to put an end to. He tried to command the broom to stop, but he doesn’t know how. The same power that obeyed him at the beginning now ignores him completely. In fact, as the water rises it threatens to end him.
He panics. Grabs an ax and tries to destroy the broom.
But it doesn’t go gently into the night. It rises. And now each piece that he shattered turns into a new broom. His problem has multiplied. Now there are dozens of brooms all doing the same thing. The water becomes a flood and Mickey has lost all control.
This has become the story of America
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I think of this story as it regards our current political discourse. Or really just who we are as America these days.
Somewhere along the way our leaders discovered the power of fear and outrage. I don’t know when it started, nor do I really care. It might go back at least as far as Andrew Jackson and John Quincy Adams. But they didn’t have social media, so it wasn’t quite the torrential flood of outrage we experience in our day.
But it works. Fast. It works way quicker than the hardwork of carrying the buckets of reasoned discourse, consensus, etc. Put on that hat, raise your arms, and you’ll get brooms to do your work. They’ll carry the buckets for you, and many of them wearing cross necklaces as they do it.
All might seem well and good at first. And it may especially seem that way while your guy or gal is in the one holding the wand or wearing the hat.
The lesson we must learn
But here is the takeaway that we MUST learn:
If the system you built only works when you control it, then you haven’t built something stable. You’ve built something dangerous. Because eventually someone else will wear the hat. And they will use the exact same mechanisms, just aimed at you now.
If you normalize silencing instead of persuasion, eventually you’re going to get silenced. Fire “their” comedian because you don’t like his words, and eventually “your” comedian is going to get the ax because of his words.
Justify punishment over disagreemnt and eventually you get punished. Weaponize institutions against your opponents and eventually they’ll be used against you.
On and on it goes.
And that’s why this will all keep ratcheting up. The brooms are multiplying. And that’s why you hear with every election, “this is the most important election you’ll ever have!” It’s because “we” can’t afford to lose. Because the system itself no longer has an off switch.
I feel like America used to be a place where we had rules that protected both sideds. Where the processes could still function even if your opponent was in power. And we accepted certain costly limits, because maybe we hadn’t put on the sorcerer’s hat quite yet.
We’re in the flood. We already put on the hat. There is no turning back at this point.
The better story
But Mickey didn’t drown.
Do you know why?
Yen Sid returns. He doesn’t panic. He doesn’t negotiate with the chaos. He raises his hand, speaks a word, and everything stops. The water falls away, the brooms collapse, and silence returns to the room.
I think that’s just stealing from a much greater story of the Son of God standing on a boat in the middle of a storm and calming it with a word. Or casting out demons of a man overcome with chaos and unable to be controlled. With a word he ends up clothed and in his right mind. Or crying out on the Cross and silencing hell.
And I suppose that’s what I’m trying to say with all of this. I fear that believers can get caught up in this mess. We can be Mickey in the hat. We can be the brooms. We can just be swept up in the flood of it all, like a wallflower slurping in the outrage of the day utnil we drown in it and become something we weren’t meant to be.
But it doesn’t have to be this way.
Yes, we are in the flood. And we shouldn’t pretend otherwise. But we aren’t defined by it. And we aren’t dependent on it. Nor are we going to be saved by mastering it or participating in it. Stop playing the stupid game.
Live in the room without becoming part of the machinery that keeps flooding it. The final word over the chaos doesn’t belong to the system, and we don’t either.
We should start living like that.