My
son just returned from a trip to Iceland with one of his best friends.
While
he was there, he hiked all over, took in the nightlife in the capital city – it
never really got dark, so it wasn’t technically nightlife – and he sent us
pictures with captions like “most beautiful scenery I’ve ever seen.”
When
he got back, we schmoozed about the trip and he told us that when he and his
friend were sitting in a restaurant, they looked around and had the following
perception:
That
they were the shortest, most plain-looking people in the restaurant. Apparently the restaurant they were in
drew a lot of native Icelanders.
According to my son, they were all well above 6 feet tall and looked
like models for Nordic track.
Whether
or not he realized it at the time, he created an interesting modern version
of the Torah’s story of the twelve scouts, which we read this morning.
The
essential story is similar: The
land is beautiful beyond belief.
We, however, are inadequate.
The people are larger, stronger, nobler than we are.
My
son and his friend felt this in a humorous way and I don’t think he was
reflecting a deep sense of inadequacy.
But
our ancestors who scouted out the land felt their inadequacy profoundly. To be fair, they were not on a
post-college jaunt. They knew that
they had to conquer this land, not just visit and take pictures, that their lives
would be on the line.
After
considering my son’s story and the ancient story, it occurred to me that they
present an opportunity to reflect on the notion of self-esteem.