Advice for our nation in the new year

It's not easy to read the book of the biblical prophet Zechariah during the Christmas season, but that's the choice I made. Somehow, it's felt right.

A couple of days ago, reading chapter 7, I came upon what is surely the core of God's will for God's nation, Israel, as it was rebuilding after the exile. Here it is, Zechariah 7:9-10:

Thus says the Lord of hosts: "Render true judgments, show kindness and mercy to one another; do not oppress the widow, the orphan, the alien, or the poor; and do not devise evil in your hearts against one another."

I hope one does not have to be "believer" to hear those words as appropriate for us as a people in these challenging times. Take some time to ponder them, and what they might mean for you as an individual and for the United States in 2022. 

Happy New Year!

This Christmas I am particularly drawn to the carol, “It Came Upon the Midnight Clear.” It begins by picturing a “world in solemn stillness” first hearing the angels’ song. There follows the claim that the angels are still singing their song, but now to the world’s “sad and lowly plains,” deafened by its “Babel-sounds.”

The situation gets worse: “sin and strife…two thousand years of wrong…war on earth” block the song from being heard. After a plea for silence, the lyrics focus on individuals whose forms are bent low under “life’s crushing load,” who make their way through life “with painful steps and slow.”

And just at that moment, when all seems lost, the poet calls upon those weighed down by the burdens of life to look up, for hope is coming, rescue is on the way. For once, they can rest, they dare sit down at the side of the road, and listen, really listen to the song that persists in being sung, despite all.

Finally, the promise: the time of peace , seen by the prophets of every generation, is coming. It lies ahead of us all, especially ahead of those of the human family who have never known any real rest.

Now comes the punch line. When the peace of the angel song comes, “the whole world (will) give back the song, which now the angels sing.” The world will repeat, echo, respond by singing back to the heavens, “Peace on the earth, good will to all.” And, I suggest, heaven will be pleased.

The fulfillment of that promise seems far off, perhaps as far off as I’ve known it in my now fairly long lifetime. There’s little evidence the world is singing anything like the angel song these days and years. Yet the song is still out there.

Perhaps the most important thing I can do with my life now is to be sure the song I sing with my life is the song the angels sang that first Christmas and, I trust, are singing still. I need to hush the noise and strife inside of me, listen to what’s above us all, and do my best to live in response to those holy lyrics every single day.

The words are by Edmund Sears. Here they are, though slightly altered:

It came upon the midnight clear, that glorious song of old,

from angels bending near the earth, to touch their harps of gold:

"Peace on the earth, good will to all, from heaven’s all-gracious King.”

The world in solemn stillness lay, to hear the angels sing.

Still through the cloven skies they come, with peaceful wings unfurled,

and still their heavenly music floats o'er all the weary world.

Above its sad and lowly plains they bend on hovering wing,

and ever o'er its Babel-sounds the blessed angels sing.

Yet with the woes of sin and strife the world has suffered long—

beneath the heavenly hymn have rolled two thousand years of wrong.

And we at war on earth hear not the tidings that they bring.

O, hush the noise and cease the strife to hear the angels sing!

And you, beneath life's crushing load, whose forms are bending low—

who toil along the climbing way with painful steps and slow—

look now, for glad and golden hours come swiftly on the wing.

O, rest beside the weary road, and hear the angels sing!

For lo, the days are hastening on, by prophets seen of old,

when, with the ever-circling years shall come the time foretold—

when peace shall over all the earth its ancient splendors fling,

and the whole world give back the song, which now the angels sing.

Merry Christmas

"To apply a rule..."

“Pedantry and mastery are opposite attitudes toward rules. To apply a rule to the letter, rigidly, unquestioningly, in cases where it fits and in cases where it does not fit, is pedantry ... To apply a rule with natural ease, with judgment, noticing the cases where it fits, and without ever letting the words of the rule obscure the purpose of the action or the opportunities of the situation, is mastery. -George Polya, mathematician (13 Dec 1887-1985)

This quote, from a recent A.Word.a.Day post, really hit me when I read it, and still rattles around in my head.

If a mathematician can say this, perhaps judges and others whose job it is to interpret and enforce the law, could, too. It could be a dangerous proposition…who knows what it might unleash? On the other hand, do we not get frustrated when something done “by the book” counters our deeper sense of what is right or just?

It made me think of Jesus’s attitude toward law and tradition and “the way things have always been,” which turned out to be fatally dangerous for him.

What do you think of Polya’s observation?

No Brandon on that tree

 

Let’s go, Brandon! has become a popular slogan among those who persist in believing Joe Biden stole the 2020 election from Donald Trump, and other such foolishness. If you don’t know what it means, I’ll just say this: it’s a substitute (a “minced oath,” to use a phrase I have just learned) for as derogatory and offensive a three-word epithet as one might hurl in English against Joe Biden as a person.

Around Thanksgiving my spam filter caught an email from an outfit selling Let’s go Brandon!-inscribed Christmas tree ornaments. This “limited edition ornament is made of ceramic and makes for an excellent stocking stuffer, plus a few joyful laughs.” All that for 50% off during the “Christmas Hot Sale.” Not to mention a “30-day money back guarantee.”

To hang on your Christmas tree! That’s right, your CHRISTmas tree, as in JESUS CHRIST’s tree.

People can, and do, put decorations not having much to do with Jesus or Christmas on their trees. For years, my wife has insisted on hanging a Pittsburgh Steelers’ Franco Harris ornament on our tree. I keep peace in our household by accepting it in silence. Besides, there is the matter of that “immaculate reception,” as all Steeler fans know.

But Let’s go Brandon! on a Christmas tree first puzzles and finally angers me. It just doesn’t belong there, even as a similar obscenity about former President Trump, whether in code not, would not belong there.

There is no room on a Christmas tree for the denigration of another human being for any reason, just as there was no room in the heart of Jesus for belittling anyone.

For Christians, Christmas is about the embodiment of God in human flesh and human affairs in the particular, historic person, Jesus of Nazareth. Jesus’s life, values, practices, and teachings reveal what God intended for us all from the start, and intends for us still.

Although Jesus did display anger, frustration, and disappointment with many whom he encountered, whether disciples, or the curious, or even his self-identified enemies, off the top of my head, I cannot remember Jesus ever cursing another human being. A fig tree, yes. But another human being? I don’t think so.

Neither did Jesus ever seem to fear anyone. Perhaps that is why he never needed to curse them. Could it be that Let’s go Brandon! is a slogan born of fear—fear of Biden’s success, fear of our being wrong?

Practically our entire society embraces Christmas, if not for its theological meaning, then for broader goods and goals that it seems to signify. I have no problem with that. Once a year we all are invited to recognize one who models for us the kind of human being most of us know in our hearts that we should be in our living. For a brief moment we hope that we and our kindred might one day be and live that way. And when we inevitably backslide—usually before the tree comes down— the hope is remembered as it was felt just long enough to know it was there, is possible, and is worth pursuing.

To create and market a decoration for a Christmas tree that curses another human being is oxymoronic behavior. It suggests our merely political divides are so interwoven with our misappropriated religious convictions that we cannot see the humanity of a person with whom we differ. It is to deny Christ, and Christmas, too. I cannot imagine any authentic follower of Jesus putting Let’s go Brandon! on their Christmas tree, or responding to it with the “joyful laugh” its purveyors promise.

I can imagine the baby Jesus rolling over in his manger at the very idea of it.

(If you’ve ordered yours, take heart: you have 30 days to return it. But return it before it spends time on your tree, not after. That would be stealing.)

Beyond my understanding

 

I keep trying to understand—honestly—the Supreme Court declining to consider the new Texas anti-abortion law, thus allowing it to go into effect.

Far wiser and more knowledgeable people than I have weighed in on the matter. But because of the bubble I live in, I have not seen a considered and thoughtful defense of the 5-4 decision, if one is to be made. Maybe someone can help me.

In any case, I cannot understand why the Court’s majority felt it could not disallow a state’s law that does not allow the state itself to seek out and apprehend people who break that law. Instead the law calls for citizens—Texas-armed, no doubt— to sue those they believe may be breaking the law, and if they win, to get up to $10,000 from them.

That’s not too weird for five of our esteemed justices to see through, and throw out? Apparently it’s too weird to justify, and so they offer no justification. Instead, they hide behind their imposing building’s marble facade. We are increasingly governed by people who feel they are not accountable to the citizens they are supposed to be serving. (Lots of proof of that right here in Ohio.)

I guess to the Court’s majority nothing’s too weird if it promises to “stop abortions,” because when it comes to stopping abortions, anything goes—ironically in the state that strives to be at the top in terms of guns but is near bottom in terms of children’s well-being. Unborn children are worth every protection Texas law-makers can dream up, after which they become easy targets.

To keep women from making the most private of decisions regarding their personal welfare, Texas law-makers aborted a crucial norm of the rule of law in its most basic form. And five Supreme Court justices went along with them without the slightest sign of interest. I cannot understand it—honestly.

Just under 8,000 miles

The caption on the photo of our home planet at the Cleveland Museum of Natural History shocked me: The diameter of the earth is 7,917 miles. The fact was not one I’d never known, but the stark statement of it so caught my attention that afternoon that I have not been able to get it out of my mind.

Can it be? Can it really be that this earth, massive as it is to us, filled with principalities and powers and Democrats and Republicans, home to 8 billion or so of us and untold trillions of other living organisms, whirling through space in an orbit 93 million miles from its insignificant star…that this earth is under 8,000 miles “through” as the crow would fly if the crow could fly through rock, solid and molten?

7,917 miles is shorter than the distance from Washington, D.C. to Johannesburg, South Africa via jet. In 2015, we made made that trip in about 18 hours. Not long. No wonder my childhood friends and I thought it might be possible to dig a hole from Iowa to China. It’s really not all that far.

It is stunning to come to terms with the smallness of our planet.

We are terrifyingly vulnerable. And yet we treat earth and ourselves as if we are indestructible. Ego-maniac political leaders inflate their importance to cosmic dimensions; armies of tens of thousands massively kill and destroy; buildings stretch taller and cities sprawl farther; untold quantities of natural resources are consumed and their waste products dumped into the waters or pumped into the air our buried in the ground as if there’s no end to nature’s capacity to store our junk.

We ooh and aah over our achievements, inflating ourselves into thinking there’s just no stopping us, no end to our power, no limits on our ability to control the world.

Yet one errant asteroid of just enough mass could bring it all to a quick end…and should someone be watching they would probably say, Earth? Oh that…never amounted to much anyway.

Some of our ancestors had a better sense of our smallness and our vulnerability than do most of us. Not pharaohs and caesars and priests and all their kind…but poets, and prophets, and the poor. They knew their need, and they often held on to belief in something or someone bigger than the mind can fathom in order to try to make sense of the fact that we are here at all. The Jewish and Christian scriptures—the only ones I dare speak about with any authority—claim a creator God who made it all for a purpose and who will bring it all—us all—to our end.

Much of “western” humanity has given up any notion of deity, some of us by carefully thinking and working through relevant issues. Some have posited ultimate determiners other than a god or gods. But I suspect many of us moderns simply find divinities other than ones we make ourselves too damned inconvenient. They push us off our pedestals, and shove us far from being the center of things, and we don’t like that all all.

Perhaps no area of human enterprise is more prone to ignoring anything beyond itself than is politics. That’s why political power aided by religious trappings is the most dangerous of human arrogances.

Earth…not even 8,000 miles from one side to the other? It’s tiny, and we are tinier. Think about it, and pause for a moment to wonder over it…just to wonder.

Thanks to everyone who has been following my journey through and beyond left knee replacement surgery. I want to let you know that my 6-week post-op appointment with the surgeon's PA this morning was all good news. X-ray was excellent, and she was very pleased with my range of motion. Still quite a bit of swelling, perhaps persisting because I am on blood thinner, but that should be much better in two or three months. Have to keep icing and elevating knee. Hard work is the PT and home exercises, but I try to regard them as my "job" for now, so I get them done. Best of all, it feels better all the time. And, I can drive again!

I've learned a lot through this. One thing I've learned is that knee replacement surgery, while common, is not a small matter, at least for me. The combination of anesthesia, drugs, sharp pain you have to push through, trauma to the body, etc., feels as if it affected and troubled every part of my body and psyche. It's all getting better, but I wasn't really prepared for the range of feelings and unpleasantries it would visit upon me. Maybe most people don't experience it the same way. Everyone processes such life events differently. I'd be interested to know others' experiences.

Today's x-ray also showed that my right knee is not magically getting less likely to need the same surgery some day. I'll try to hold it off as long as I can, but perhaps be better prepared next time around. Until then, I will try to keep as healthy as possible. I think that's had a lot to do with my good progress.

All in all, I am one grateful person this evening. And I am grateful to no one more than to Maxine, who has been a great nurse, caregiver, comforter, and encourager. I don't know how I would have gotten this far without her!