Political Violence Must Stop

My high School 60th Class Reunion

Last Saturday was one of those good days, until it wasn’t. My 1964 graduating class (pictured above) held its 60th reunion at lunch time in Wapakoneta, OH, my hometown, which is about an hour away from my house under normal conditions.

I had my usual problems with inertia when I woke up, you know “a body at rest tends to stay at rest.” That combined with a home maintenance issue I needed to tend to and road construction delay made me about 30 minutes late arriving at the reunion.

As the only clergy person in our class I normally get asked to deliver a prayer to begin the program at our reunions. And I had prepared a prayer (which I have posted separately). I didn’t get to offer my prayer since I was late and learned that someone else had prayed so lunch could begin on time – which is a good thing, to remind everyone that lay people can pray just fine.

I enjoyed visiting with my classmates, learned that many more had died or were in failing health than when we met five years ago. Maybe that reminder of our mortality made us more willing to talk. At least it seemed our conversations were more open.

From the reunion I drove a few miles further to visit an aunt and a cousin who live now in an assisted living/nursing facility. I had good visits with both of them and a good trip home listening to an audio book as I drove.

Because I was listening to a book I did not hear the news of what had happened to former President Trump in Pennsylvania until I turned the TV on later that evening.

If you know me at all you know that I am no fan of Donald Trump. But the news that we had another act of political violence sent me into a deep depression. I was and am glad that President Trump was not hurt any worse, but this recurring nightmare is getting really old.

I’ve lived through at least nine political assassinations or attempted ones. (JFK, MLK, RFK, George Wallace, Ronald Reagan, Paul Pelosi, Gabbie Gifford, Steve Scalise, and Donald Trump). That’s in a 61 year span or on average one every seven years! Our insane love affair with guns is literally killing our dream of democracy.

My funk lasted all day Sunday as I watched all the news I could stand about the assassination attempt. And then the sun did come up again, and I felt better this morning (Monday). Life moved on, and I decided to watch less news and refuse to let my emotions be controlled by all those things I cannot control or impact.

My resolve was sorely tested. Another of Trump’s hand-picked judges dismissed the classified document case in the morning and by afternoon we learned that Trump’s Vice President pick is a senator from my own state. J.D. Vance, in my opinion, was the worst of the three final apprentice candidates on Trump’s list.

Vance has out hypocrited all the other hypocrites by moving from one of Trump’s most vocal critics in 2016 to sucking up so much that he is now Trump’s chosen running mate. Moreover Vance was one of the very first to fan the flames of violence on Saturday by saying that Biden’s rhetoric was directly responsible for the attempt on Donald Trump’s life.

At a time when calling for peaceful and respectful conduct is so badly needed Vance’s comments were like throwing gas on a fire already on the verge of uncontrollable. Vance is more radical than Trump on reproductive freedom; he is opposed to helping Ukraine in her life and death fight against Putin.

Vance is a terrible choice, and I must stop now before I drag myself down again into the pit of despair.

If you are one who prays, please do so for our broken country.

Overdue Apology Update

This is a quick follow up to my post from July 9 (“A Long Overdue Apology”) which is about one of my juvenile dating blunders 60 plus years ago. Especially for my high school classmates who inquired about that situation at our class reunion last Saturday – here’s the rest of the story.

I did decide while at the reunion to apologize to the woman I had disrespected on that long ago date. To my relief she remembered the date but did not remember my bad behavior and graciously assured me I need no longer worry about that incident.

The interesting thing that ensued during our conversation was that she shared her story about apologizing to her brother for a time when she had treated him badly. And then another classmate joined our conversation and told us of a situation similar to mine where he apologized to a woman he had treated poorly on a date many years before.

I left the reunion glad I had apologized and even happier that my doing so had opened the door for some mutual sharing of our common humanity.

PRAYER FOR A 60TH CLASS REUNION

Gracious and Eternal God, Our time is not your time. We measure our time on this planet in months and years, but we know our 60 years are but a blink of an eye to you. 

 Help us keep things in perspective as we gather here to reminisce and share updates on our families and lives since we last gathered.  

We know there are classmates and significant others who have graduated from this life to the next in the last five years, and we honor them in our hearts. 

 We give thanks for those who have planned this reunion and those who have prepared food for us and are here to serve us. We ask your blessing on us gathered here and on classmates who cannot be here for whatever reason. 

 Most of all we ask that you help us have grateful hearts as we think about our high school days and all the years since. It is way too easy to focus on the things our age has taken from us, the many things we wish we could do now, but our bodies refuse to cooperate. 

 We didn’t get a course in high school on aging, and we wouldn’t have believed what the future could have told us anyway. Who could have imagined the Dick Tracy future we live in now with smart watches and cars and gps’s that are both blessing and curse? We’re just glad there were no iPhones in 1964 to record all of the dumb stuff we did back then. 

 So help us live in the present, as challenging as it can be. Help us see ourselves not as old geezers but as elders with wisdom and experience to share, even as we keep open minds for learning all that life still has to teach us. 

 We humbly ask these things in Jesus’ name. Amen

Challenging Political Hatred: Lessons from Biblical Figures

“So David and all the house of Israel brought up the ark of the LORD with shouting, and with the sound of the trumpet. As the ark of the LORD came into the city of David, Michal daughter of Saul looked out of the window, and saw King David leaping and dancing before the LORD; and she despised him in her heart.”          2 Samuel 6:15-16

“Then Amaziah, the priest of Bethel, sent to King Jeroboam of Israel, saying, ‘Amos has conspired against you in the very center of the house of Israel; the land is not able to bear all his words.  For thus Amos has said, ‘Jeroboam shall die by the sword, and Israel must go into exile away from his land.’ And Amaziah said to Amos, ‘O seer, go, flee away to the land of Judah, earn your bread there, and prophesy there; but never again prophesy at Bethel, for it is the king’s sanctuary, and it is a temple of the kingdom.’” Amos 7:10-13

“For Herod himself had sent men who arrested John, bound him, and put him in prison on account of Herodias, his brother Philip’s wife, because Herod had married her. For John had been telling Herod, ’It is not lawful for you to have your brother’s wife.’ And Herodias had a grudge against him, and wanted to kill him. But she could not.” Mark 6:17-19

At a time when I am beyond discouraged by the political mess my country is in I find it very interesting that all three Scripture excerpts (emphasis added) above are from the lectionary selections for this week. Each one in order describes the life-threatening peril David, Amos, and John the Baptist are in because of their political enemies. For me those three different narratives from different times and situations are a reminder that the political hatred we see today here in the U.S., in Israel and Gaza, in Moscow and Ukraine, in North and South Korean, or between Beijing and Taiwan are not unique to our particular context.

Throughout all of recorded human history people have resorted to violence as the primary solution to disagreements. Rather than use our innate ability to be co-creators of a beloved community, the loudest and most insecure among us have usually risen to positions of power and put human ingenuity to work building bigger and better ways to kill one another. And the vast majority of people are never taught how to critically reflect on the absurdity of the violent approach to life. Not knowing how to face and deconstruct the dark side of human history those people are condemned to believe that the way things have always been is the way they have to remain.

Democracy as a way of governance will only work if our education systems create a well-informed population that can choose leaders wisely. Unfortunately those education systems have failed to produce a critical mass of informed citizens, and the gaps in the curricula of schools and universities have been filled by religious zealots, anti-intellectual politicians, and right-wing media owned and controlled by those who want their politicians to keep in place unjust legal and economic systems that line their pockets.

That system leaves no room for prophets like Amos and John the Baptist to safely challenge the status quo. It leaves no room for visionaries and critical thinkers to combat the destructive forces of the military-industrial complex or the fossil fuel conspirators from destroying our planet. In the rural county where I live there is huge organized opposition to solar farms being built in our area. The solar opponents cite the loss of agricultural land as their rationale for opposition, but instead we are seeing that same farm land sold to developers who smother the earth in asphalt and fill those fields with houses that attract urban sprawl which overwhelms infrastructure and overcrowds schools. How does that make any sense?

Obvious climate crisis evidence like earlier and stronger hurricanes, floods, wildfires, tornadoes, and heat domes higher and earlier than ever experienced is ignored by short-sighted and greedy politicians who just want to continue our planet killing lifestyle and “drill baby, drill.” And those incapable of critical thinking for themselves believe what they are told and/or are distracted by fear-mongering racist political speeches.

In the recent Presidential debate I lost track of how many times Donald Trump ignored the questions posed to him by the moderators and blamed almost every problem facing our country on migrants crossing our southern border. Yes, there is a problem there that needs to be addressed, but the same Donald Trump is the one who killed the best bipartisan immigration bill ever proposed with one simple message to his minions in Congress, and he didn’t even attempt to hide his motives for that despicable act. He proudly admitted he didn’t want the immigration problem solved because he wanted to continue to use it as a campaign issue. And his worshipful followers were either unable or unwilling to see the total hypocrisy in that action.

Our myopic society reminds me of a line in a wonderful Ray Stevens song that says, “There is none so blind as he who will not see. We must not close our minds.  We must let our thoughts be free.” (“Everything is Beautiful,” Ray Stevens, 1970).  

But a Google search of that quote revealed a much richer and older history. “According to the ‘Random House Dictionary of Popular Proverbs and Sayings’ this proverb has been traced back to 1546 (John Heywood), and resembles the Biblical verse Jeremiah 5:21 (‘Hear now this, O foolish people, and without understanding; which have eyes, and see not; which have ears, and hear not’). In 1738 it was used by Jonathan Swift in his ‘Polite Conversation’ and is first attested in the United States in the 1713 ‘Works of Thomas Chalkley’. The full saying is: ‘There are none so blind as those who will not see. The most deluded people are those who choose to ignore what they already know.”

And so yet another great Hebrew prophet, Jeremiah, reinforces the observation that our problems today are part of the age-old human condition. I find little comfort in that knowledge. In fact it adds to my frustration and despair to know that we are either hard-wired that way, or we are perpetually taught to behave in such self-destructive ways. I refuse to believe the former. I am convinced our individual and collective behavior is socially constructed which means it can be deconstructed and replaced with a more loving and compassionate society.

That is a monumental task but one that is necessary to avoid multiple existential threats to the future of the human race. The problems we have cannot be solved by the educational, economic, religious, and political structures that have created them. The question is do we have the vision, tenacity, leadership, and courage to take on that kind of transformational rebuilding of our communities, nation, and world? The effort has to begin with individual relationships, but it must also include widespread systemic change at every level of our communal life.

A Long Overdue Apology

Is there a statute of limitations on dumb stuff one did way back in high school? I bet the vast majority of us would vote for an amendment to that effect if we had the chance. I am going to a high school reunion this weekend – one with a ridiculously big number attached to it. One of the great things about growing up in the 1960’s is that we didn’t have cell phones and social media to record our dumb stuff for posterity. But that doesn’t mean those embarrassing incidents aren’t tucked away somewhere in the recesses of our memories.

As I was thinking about our upcoming reunion a long-forgotten memory from the spring of my sophomore year popped into my consciousness and has been lurking around in there for several weeks now. And what’s more troubling than the memory is the fact that it never dawned on me for over 60 years how badly I behaved on a spring night in 1962.

I’m talking almost Donald Trump badly. No, I didn’t grab my date by any body part, and I didn’t assault her; but I did treat her very disrespectfully. It is painful even now to relive that night, but here’s the abridged version. I had a date with one of the smartest and nicest girls in my high school class. It was our first date, and you will soon see why it was the last.

I was still not even old enough to drive; so we double-dated with a friend of mine who was a senior. He had been going steady with a freshman girl for some time, and the four of us went to a party together. I’ll call him Bill to protect the innocent. Bill and I were both in a local Boy Scout troop, and I think the party we went to may have been one held by our troop to celebrate something which I do not recall.

So here’s the short and dirty – Bill’s date at some point, for reasons I will never understand, started flirting with me, and I fell for her charms like a ton of bricks. I proceeded to ignore my date for the rest of the evening to talk and flirt with my good friend’s steady girl. I don’t know how many points of the Scout Law I broke that night, but trustworthy, loyal, courteous, and kind certainly went out the window.

I have no memory of how that disastrous date ended. I don’t know why my date or Bill didn’t smack me silly. My only consolation is that my date and Bill ended up dating each other for a long time, much longer than my “relationship” lasted with the flirt. They got a much better deal from that double date than I did. The flirt dropped me a few weeks later in a much more unceremonious way than she did Bill. So, I got my just desserts.

But the most painful part of the memory is that I realized that I repeated similar kinds of disrespectful behavior in several other relationships with women throughout much of my adult life. I’m grateful that I learned to do better in mid-life; just wish it had been sooner rather than later.

But here’s my immediate dilemma. I will likely see the woman who was my date that night at our upcoming reunion. Should I apologize to her after all these years? I hope she has long since forgotten what a jerk I was, but I know I may feel more at peace if I unburden my conscience. What I wonder is if my apologizing is also the right thing to do for her? I welcome advice, especially from my female readers.

A New Independence Day

How ironic that Donald Trump’s handpicked Maga Supreme Court should choose 3 days before Independence Day to eviscerate the founding documents that have been the foundation of our freedom for 248 years! At least now the stakes are clear for what the 2024 election is all about, and there can be no excuse for anyone ignoring the danger posed by our only President who has ever staged an insurrection to try and cling to power and overthrow a free and fair election.

Lost in the obvious failure last week of President Biden to withstand the barrage of Trump’s lies is the appalling lack of honesty coming from Trump’s mouth. He is such an accomplished liar that only the well-informed listener would see through the bull crap he spouted for the entire 90 minutes. And sadly we do not have a well-informed electorate. A dangerous portion of our population have been so indoctrinated by the right-wing media to believe Trump’s lies uncritically. He has cult-like control over just enough minds to possibly win another election while again losing the popular vote.

There is no time to correct the flaws in the Electoral College which is protected by the very system it perpetuates. There is no time to re-educate the Maga base. The biased court system created by Trump and Mitch McConnell has successfully prevented any legal recourse happening before the November election. The only defense of democracy we have left is exactly what President Biden called for tonight in his forceful and courageous dissent from today’s Maga Court ruling. That defense is ironically what the Trump supporters have also been calling for — let the voters decide.

Well, by God, we will. Today’s court decision is discouraging, and it is very tempting to just give in to despair. But instead what I plan to do is let the rockets’ red glare of our July 4th fireworks inspire me to renew my commitment to the “self-evident truths” that gave birth to this great nation. I will celebrate the vision that all people are created equal, which means no one, NO ONE is above the law. It matters not that six Maga Court justices have forgotten that sacred truth – what matters is that “we the people” have not forgotten.

Those brave men in Philadelphia 248 years ago pledged “their lives, their fortunes, and their sacred honor” to the dream of equality and independence for all. Now it’s our turn to do the same.