We think we know all we need to know when we don't even know what we don't know.
In a small Ontario town, a pastor draws on a childhood hockey humiliation to illuminate something ancient and quietly urgent: the human tendency to mistake confidence for competence, and self-reliance for wisdom. Bobby Walsh of Riverside Community Church in Markstay reflects that our deepest dependencies — on air, on others, on guidance we cannot generate alone — are not failures of character but facts of existence. The question he raises is not whether we need help, but whether we are honest enough to seek it from sources larger than ourselves.
- A ten-year-old boy volunteers to play goaltender without knowing the rules, the position, or how to skate backwards — and lets in eleven goals before the night is over.
- The story exposes a tension most adults quietly live with: the gap between how capable we believe ourselves to be and how much we are actually navigating blind.
- Walsh challenges the mythology of self-sufficiency directly, pointing out that even the 'self-taught' and 'self-made' are built from borrowed knowledge, observed technique, and answered questions.
- The deeper disruption is existential — he argues that surviving is not the same as living well, and that osmosis through life leaves us ignorant of what we don't yet know we're missing.
- His proposed navigation is not self-improvement but orientation: toward other people, toward nature's own lessons in dependence, and toward a spiritual source of guidance he found in scripture.
- The story lands not as a call to helplessness but as an invitation to clarity — that acknowledging our need for guidance is not weakness, but an accurate reading of how the world actually works.
Bobby Walsh was in Grade 4 when his team's goaltender didn't show up. Asked if he could fill in, he said yes without hesitation. He had never played defense, couldn't skate backwards, didn't know the rules, and had barely listened to his coach. But he had all the padding. Eleven goals later, no one asked him again.
Walsh, now a pastor at Riverside Community Church in Markstay, uses that memory to examine something broader: the way most of us move through life with the same misplaced confidence. We skip the instructions, assume the leftover parts are the factory's error, and spend hours struggling with problems we'd rather not admit we don't understand. We'll see a mechanic for what we know we can't fix, but rarely ask for guidance on what we think we already know.
The illusion of self-sufficiency, he argues, is a fundamental misreading of how survival works. We cannot last five minutes without air, five days without water. Every celebrated self-made story has roots in help from others. The so-called self-taught guitarist learned by watching, listening, asking, and practicing — never truly alone at all.
But Walsh's concern goes beyond survival. Wandering through life on osmosis, he suggests, leaves us unaware of what we don't know we're missing. His own turning point came when he read the book of Revelation and encountered a God who was bigger, wiser, and more loving than he had imagined — and interested in offering guidance he hadn't thought to seek.
The lesson from the hockey rink, he reflects, isn't that we're all incompetent. It's that we are creatures built for dependence — on each other, on the natural world, and on something beyond our own will. Recognizing that isn't defeat. It's the beginning of seeing clearly.
There's a moment in childhood when you discover the difference between confidence and competence. For Bobby Walsh, it came on a hockey rink in Grade 4, when his coach asked if he could play goaltender. He said yes without hesitation. The goalie hadn't shown up that night, so they strapped the equipment on him, found him a catcher's mask, and sent him out onto the ice. He had never played defense well. He couldn't skate backwards. He didn't understand the rules, didn't know why the referee called offside, and had barely listened when the coach tried to teach anything at all. But he had all the padding. How difficult could it be?
The first puck hit him square in the mask. It hurt. By the end of the game, he'd let in eleven goals. No one asked him to play net again.
Walsh, now a pastor at Riverside Community Church in Markstay, uses that memory to make a larger point about how we move through the world. We are, many of us, like that ten-year-old goaltender—confident in our ability to figure things out as we go. We don't read the Ikea instructions; we'll assemble the furniture ourselves. If there are leftover parts, the factory must have made a mistake. We'll spend hours trying to fix something we think we know how to fix, rather than admit we need help. We might visit a mechanic for something we know we don't understand, but we'll rarely ask for guidance on something we believe we already know.
The illusion of self-sufficiency runs deep. We tell ourselves we're self-made, self-taught, independent. But Walsh argues this is a fundamental misreading of how survival actually works. You can last five minutes without air, five days without water, fifty days without food. Nature itself establishes our dependence on things beyond ourselves. The survival stories we celebrate—the person who overcomes wilderness alone—are exceptions that obscure the rule. Every self-made success story, Walsh writes, has its roots in help from others. The self-taught guitar player learned by listening to others, watching them, asking questions, researching, practicing. He was never truly self-taught at all.
Osmosis isn't enough. We wander through life thinking we have sufficient knowledge to manage existence, thinking we know all we need to know when we don't even know what we don't know. And this, Walsh suggests, is where the real problem begins. There is more to life than survival. There is more than living a reasonably nice life. The first time he truly read the Bible—specifically the book of Revelation—Walsh encountered a truth that shifted his understanding: he was answerable to God, not the other way around. God was bigger, wiser, infinitely more loving. And God was interested in showing him insights he needed.
Maybe, Walsh reflects, he would have been an okay goaltender with proper coaching. The point isn't that we're all incompetent without help. The point is that we are fundamentally creatures who depend on guidance from beyond ourselves—from other people, from nature, from something larger than our own will and knowledge. Recognizing this isn't weakness. It's clarity about how the world actually works.
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Why does that hockey story matter so much to you? It's just a childhood embarrassment.
Because it taught me something I spent decades unlearning. I thought I could figure anything out if I just tried hard enough. That mask hitting my face was the first real evidence that confidence and competence aren't the same thing.
But plenty of people do figure things out on their own. Self-reliance is real.
It is, but it's never as self as we think. The person who teaches themselves guitar learned from listening to records, watching other players, asking friends questions. They're not alone in that process—they're just not paying tuition for it.
So you're saying we need community?
I'm saying we need more than ourselves. Community, yes. But also guidance, wisdom, direction from sources we don't control. For me, that's spiritual. For others, it might be different. But the denial that we need it—that's where we get stuck.
Stuck how?
Thinking we know what we don't know. Making the same mistakes because we won't ask for help. Letting in eleven goals when someone could have shown us how to move.
And that's where faith comes in?
Faith is recognizing that there's something bigger, wiser, more loving than what I can generate alone. And being willing to listen to it.