Curiosity
Curiosity killed the cat, they say. As a cat owner, I can see the logic. My wife and I have a tortoiseshell cat and her curiosity and personality are always on display. Any new space she can fit in, she will explore; any new toy, she will play with or unravel. And that’s the thing with curiosity: its purpose is to further understanding. Maybe we shouldn’t say that Curiosity killed the cat – but rather curiosity killed the cat’s ignorance. (and maybe, for some poor felines, they met their end because of that). Five years ago I was walking the halls of The Shelter City – a Christian youth hostel outreach in the heart of Amsterdam’s red light district. As a staff person, our aim was to provide hospitality for all the backpackers and guests who would cross the threshold of the building’s great, wooden doorway. Each night, we would offer a Bible study, and often only one-or-two guests of the hundred plus guests would attend. Curiosity, many times, piqued interest. It was a co