The recent tragedy at Tucson with the killing of six people and the wounding of many others again raises the question of gun control. The Republican senate nominee, Sharron Angle, made headlines during the 2010 campaign with her statement that "second amendment remedies" might be necessary to consider. As I think about the Tuscon tragedy, I have to raise a question that many of us have considered: Would a person with a concealed weapon in the crowd that Saturday morning been able to kill the shooter and lessen the number of people injured or killed? There is always a possibility that more people would have been killed unless the concealed weapon shooter was blessed with a deadly aim for the enemy.
I have been a fan of gun control, and have been for years, since my father was shot three times and killed by a shooter in 1976. Even if I reluctantly agree to keeping some guns on the street in the hands of civilians, I certainly would remove any possibility of purchasing guns with multiple shot capability. While I am not naive enough to believe that insane killers would simply go away, after all they can kill with knives as they do in other countries, I believe limits and extensive background checks would lessen this violence. After all, guns are the weapons of choice in America. Why not work to at least raise the question once again in Congress?
Monday, January 17, 2011
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Parallel Universes
Our Spiritual Formation class has been in quite a tizzy lately as we seem to have two groups of people representing two approaches to theology. One is the atheistic-scientific-humanist philosophy that wants to weigh and measure all things spiritual, i. e. if one cannot see or prove the event through history, then it must be metaphorical or symbolic. Another is the philosophy of faith believing that it is "the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen." I believe we simply live in a world of parallel universes.
The discussion has been ongoing for the five years we have participated in this class. The atheistic-scientific-humanist group is not convinced that eternal life is a possibility, that Jesus was both divine and human (perhaps they say he was the son of a Roman soldier), that there was likely no Resurrection, and that Jesus was not born in Bethlehem, that there was no census to bring Mary and Joseph there. It believes Jesus was simply a victim of the evil Roman Empire and that God never intended to send Him as a sacrifice for the sins of humanity.
The other group believes in the Truth of the Bible, but of course gives credence to the idea that the Bible does speak and teach through many parables and many metaphors. Essentially, this group believes in miracles and that God indeed does intervene in the affairs of the world. It believes that the Bible was written by humans but by those who were inspired by God. How can the two views be reconciled?
The Episcopal Church states a theology based upon reason, tradition, and the Bible, yet it seems that in some circles reason is becoming the dominant tenet of the church. My question is this: If God does not interfere in the affairs of humankind, why should one bother to pray, to attend church, or even to attempt to live a moral life? On the other hand, if we believe in answered prayer and seek to live as Jesus lived--loving God and loving our neighbors, are we not better people? Do we not have hope not only for this Kingdom on earth but also for the eternal Kingdom ahead? I choose to believe in the philosophy of faith. While I have only anecdotal evidence (much of it) of the presence and working of God in my life through the past sixty plus years, it is enough. I am not convinced the parallel universes will ever come together.
The discussion has been ongoing for the five years we have participated in this class. The atheistic-scientific-humanist group is not convinced that eternal life is a possibility, that Jesus was both divine and human (perhaps they say he was the son of a Roman soldier), that there was likely no Resurrection, and that Jesus was not born in Bethlehem, that there was no census to bring Mary and Joseph there. It believes Jesus was simply a victim of the evil Roman Empire and that God never intended to send Him as a sacrifice for the sins of humanity.
The other group believes in the Truth of the Bible, but of course gives credence to the idea that the Bible does speak and teach through many parables and many metaphors. Essentially, this group believes in miracles and that God indeed does intervene in the affairs of the world. It believes that the Bible was written by humans but by those who were inspired by God. How can the two views be reconciled?
The Episcopal Church states a theology based upon reason, tradition, and the Bible, yet it seems that in some circles reason is becoming the dominant tenet of the church. My question is this: If God does not interfere in the affairs of humankind, why should one bother to pray, to attend church, or even to attempt to live a moral life? On the other hand, if we believe in answered prayer and seek to live as Jesus lived--loving God and loving our neighbors, are we not better people? Do we not have hope not only for this Kingdom on earth but also for the eternal Kingdom ahead? I choose to believe in the philosophy of faith. While I have only anecdotal evidence (much of it) of the presence and working of God in my life through the past sixty plus years, it is enough. I am not convinced the parallel universes will ever come together.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
"I've Grown Old"
After recently viewing the new version of True Grit, I have realized how quickly the years have gone by since I saw the original version with John Wayne. It was 1969, and my husband and I were college students at the University of Mississippi. We had a one-year-old daughter and were still in our twenties. The world "so various, so beautiful, so new" lay before us. Having grown up in underclass, or nearly so, households, we were excited about the move into the middle class with all its possibilities. Now, some forty plus years later, I can identify with the latest view of life from the 2010 version of the film. Rooster Cogburn runs across the landscape near the end of the film carrying Mattie Ross in his arms. Time is of the essence since she has been bitten by a poisonous snake. He exclaims, "I've grown old." So have we all.
Since we are just a few days into 2011, the time is always ripe for setting new goals and resolutions. I am proud to say that I have kept quite a few of my last year's plans: to lose weight (forty-three pounds last year), to write down a "quietly joyful moment" each day of the year, and to love and see my family more. The year just past was a good one. We enjoyed a great trip to Seattle and to Victoria, B.C. to see our daughter and grandson last June. We were able to be together as a family for a short week along with our son and two grandchildren from Little Rock.
This year I want to continue my resolutions from 2010 but also add a few more. I want to write more stories and poems. I have been blessed to read two pieces recently on NPR's "Tales from the South" program, and I hope to submit more for consideration. I want to pursue getting my novel published, which has essentially sat in a drawer since I completed it in 2004. I have realized that even at age sixty-six that one's productive years do not have to be over.
Yes, the years do go by so quickly. I always remember the old adage though that it's not the number of years one has but the quality that's important. I hope to live life to the utmost in the time I have remaining--before the next version of True Grit.
Since we are just a few days into 2011, the time is always ripe for setting new goals and resolutions. I am proud to say that I have kept quite a few of my last year's plans: to lose weight (forty-three pounds last year), to write down a "quietly joyful moment" each day of the year, and to love and see my family more. The year just past was a good one. We enjoyed a great trip to Seattle and to Victoria, B.C. to see our daughter and grandson last June. We were able to be together as a family for a short week along with our son and two grandchildren from Little Rock.
This year I want to continue my resolutions from 2010 but also add a few more. I want to write more stories and poems. I have been blessed to read two pieces recently on NPR's "Tales from the South" program, and I hope to submit more for consideration. I want to pursue getting my novel published, which has essentially sat in a drawer since I completed it in 2004. I have realized that even at age sixty-six that one's productive years do not have to be over.
Yes, the years do go by so quickly. I always remember the old adage though that it's not the number of years one has but the quality that's important. I hope to live life to the utmost in the time I have remaining--before the next version of True Grit.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
An Elusive Dream
We all know that as Americans we are blessed with tremendous advantages that most of the world cannot enjoy. Among those are freedom to be who we want to be, multiple ways to be happy, and economic opportunities galore. I often wonder what life would be like had I not be born an American. Many in our nation today are experiencing that reality. They are the children of illegal immigrants who arrived in America without citizenship. They have lived here for many years, and often they cannot speak their native language any more. They are primarily Hispanic. They are pursuing an elusive dream for full citizenship in the U.S.
Before the vote in Congress on the DREAM act, many discussions took place on television and radio on the topic. I listened to one such talk show on NPR, "Talk of the Nation," on the afternoon of Dec. 16. Host Neal Conan was totally convinced that the act would be defeated and, in my opinion, rudely said so to one of his guests named David. The listener would hear the disappointment in David's voice; it was almost to the stage of depression. Conan turned out to be correct; the vote was lost by five.
As is my personality temperament, I can see and sympathize with both sides of the argument. Opponents of the act say it is simply amnesty and bypasses those who have been waiting for years for citizenship or permanent residency. My son's friend just received her green card after twelve years in the country. On the other hand, I believe I could also argue for the opposing viewpoint. Conservatives tend to say that their argument for pro life centers on the idea that the child is not responsible for the decision of the parents. Yet they cannot seem to extend the same argument to children of illegal immigrants. I cannot imagine not being a full resident of the country I have grown up in and love. Why not extend grace to those who would serve our country in the military or who would have a chance to earn college degrees? While the vote was relatively close this time, I believe the elusive dream will become a reality in the near future.
Before the vote in Congress on the DREAM act, many discussions took place on television and radio on the topic. I listened to one such talk show on NPR, "Talk of the Nation," on the afternoon of Dec. 16. Host Neal Conan was totally convinced that the act would be defeated and, in my opinion, rudely said so to one of his guests named David. The listener would hear the disappointment in David's voice; it was almost to the stage of depression. Conan turned out to be correct; the vote was lost by five.
As is my personality temperament, I can see and sympathize with both sides of the argument. Opponents of the act say it is simply amnesty and bypasses those who have been waiting for years for citizenship or permanent residency. My son's friend just received her green card after twelve years in the country. On the other hand, I believe I could also argue for the opposing viewpoint. Conservatives tend to say that their argument for pro life centers on the idea that the child is not responsible for the decision of the parents. Yet they cannot seem to extend the same argument to children of illegal immigrants. I cannot imagine not being a full resident of the country I have grown up in and love. Why not extend grace to those who would serve our country in the military or who would have a chance to earn college degrees? While the vote was relatively close this time, I believe the elusive dream will become a reality in the near future.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Parenting 1 - 2 -3 -4
My husband and I have just returned from a three-day visit with my father-in-law who resides in an assisted-living facility in Wichita. P-Pa (as our children called him through the years) is now ninety-three and a half. We were a bit surprised as we told him goodbye that he had no idea who we were. The memory and knowledge though in our minds of who he is remains just as strong as ever.
As I think about the types of parents (and grandparents) in the world, I would probably classify my own father as a type one. He is the parent, due to his alcoholism and an early divorce from my mother, who supplied the biological sperm for my conception but little else. I barely remember him, and the times he came into our lives were usually always negative. He was there to ask for money to get to the next location. On one occasion, however, I remember somehow that he came to my cousin Betty Jean's house for either Thanksgiving or Chrismas dinner. I was about thirteen I think. It seemed to be uncomfortable for all of us.
The type of parent my father-in-law is reflects type two. He is the parent who provided what the family needed from a physical standpoint. He worked at Boeing Aircraft for most of his adult life as a draftsman. While he provided food for the family as well as shelter, he did not provide any emotional sustenance. He fit the stereotype of fathers from the past who simply "brought home the bacon." He did not understand the need of his twelve-year-old son for a ten-speed bike with racing tires for Christmas. Instead he gave him a one-speed Green Hornet with rubber tires for his newspaper route. In most ways, my husband and I both had absentee fathers.
My husband and I have most likely been type three parents. By this, I mean we provided as much support spiritually, emotionally, and physically for our children as possible, but we had expectations and goals set before them in order to receive our love. We loved conditionally. Since our parents were not ideal, we wanted our children to receive everything we did not have as children. When our daughter told us she was a lesbian, I wanted to withdraw love until she decided to be otherwise. Obviously, that was not a successful parenting strategy.
In my opinion, the truly ideal type of parent is type four. This parent loves and loves and loves. This parents sets no conditions when chldren reveal that they are not living up to expectations, goals, and dreams of their parents. I believe that is the type of love called "agape" in the Greek language and exhibits the love that many of us would like to exhibit. It's God's love for us. It's the highest and purest form of love.
As we left Wichita and thought about the reality of not being known anymore by the person who has known us the longest, we determined to be more intentional about becoming type four parents still (and grandparents).
As I think about the types of parents (and grandparents) in the world, I would probably classify my own father as a type one. He is the parent, due to his alcoholism and an early divorce from my mother, who supplied the biological sperm for my conception but little else. I barely remember him, and the times he came into our lives were usually always negative. He was there to ask for money to get to the next location. On one occasion, however, I remember somehow that he came to my cousin Betty Jean's house for either Thanksgiving or Chrismas dinner. I was about thirteen I think. It seemed to be uncomfortable for all of us.
The type of parent my father-in-law is reflects type two. He is the parent who provided what the family needed from a physical standpoint. He worked at Boeing Aircraft for most of his adult life as a draftsman. While he provided food for the family as well as shelter, he did not provide any emotional sustenance. He fit the stereotype of fathers from the past who simply "brought home the bacon." He did not understand the need of his twelve-year-old son for a ten-speed bike with racing tires for Christmas. Instead he gave him a one-speed Green Hornet with rubber tires for his newspaper route. In most ways, my husband and I both had absentee fathers.
My husband and I have most likely been type three parents. By this, I mean we provided as much support spiritually, emotionally, and physically for our children as possible, but we had expectations and goals set before them in order to receive our love. We loved conditionally. Since our parents were not ideal, we wanted our children to receive everything we did not have as children. When our daughter told us she was a lesbian, I wanted to withdraw love until she decided to be otherwise. Obviously, that was not a successful parenting strategy.
In my opinion, the truly ideal type of parent is type four. This parent loves and loves and loves. This parents sets no conditions when chldren reveal that they are not living up to expectations, goals, and dreams of their parents. I believe that is the type of love called "agape" in the Greek language and exhibits the love that many of us would like to exhibit. It's God's love for us. It's the highest and purest form of love.
As we left Wichita and thought about the reality of not being known anymore by the person who has known us the longest, we determined to be more intentional about becoming type four parents still (and grandparents).
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
My Christmas Wish: Quantitative Easing
I had never heard of the term "quantitative easing" until about a month ago. I was walking in my neighborhood in Northwest Arkansas thinking about all the houses on the two streets around us that have been foreclosed, are for rent, or are for sale. Usually the total is around sixteen. On this day, however, NPR was speaking of quantitative easing as a way of quietly stimulating the economy. Instead of the messy business of a new stimulus plan that must be approved by congress, why not just flood the economy with $600 billion dollars of new printed money? I thought it was a fabulous idea and longed to be put on the Christmas list for just such a gift to our family.
Many of us could greatly benefit from receiving a free gift of printed money just in time for the holiday. After all we could go to the mall and shop freely for our families without pulling out the credit card even once. We could fill our pockets with money and pay in cash. Heck, we could even afford to be generous to others in need and share some of the cash with them.
Unfortunately, the new printed money will only serve to weaken our already weakened dollar and to put us as a country in further risk that the Chinese will simply call in our debt. It might help our exports, but then we become the country we have been criticizing: namely China who has been manipulating its currency in order to increase its exports also.
The future months will reveal the impact of quantitative easing upon the U. S. economy. In the meantime, it would be very nice for Santa to fill our stockings with cash to at least pay the After-Christmas bills.
Many of us could greatly benefit from receiving a free gift of printed money just in time for the holiday. After all we could go to the mall and shop freely for our families without pulling out the credit card even once. We could fill our pockets with money and pay in cash. Heck, we could even afford to be generous to others in need and share some of the cash with them.
Unfortunately, the new printed money will only serve to weaken our already weakened dollar and to put us as a country in further risk that the Chinese will simply call in our debt. It might help our exports, but then we become the country we have been criticizing: namely China who has been manipulating its currency in order to increase its exports also.
The future months will reveal the impact of quantitative easing upon the U. S. economy. In the meantime, it would be very nice for Santa to fill our stockings with cash to at least pay the After-Christmas bills.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
The Tragedy of Zahra Baker
Our book club has just completed its discussion of Danielle Trussoni's Angelology. The question we spent the most time discussing is this: "Apart from religion, is there such a thing as pure evil?" One need not look much further than the latest child murder, that of Zahra Baker in North Carolina, to know pure evil must exist. As we have heard and seen from videos of her on television, she was a child who had experienced much trauma in her ten years. Yet, amazingly enough, every picture showed a happy, smiling child.
Evidently she was being raised by her grandmother in Australia before she came to the United States to live with her father Adam and stepmother Elisa. She lost a leg and her hearing because of treatment for bone cancer. The way she lost her life is still being determined by the authorities although the evidence strongly points to the father and stepmother. Elisa evidently gave directions as to where to locate Zahra's body. We must ask ourselves as a nation once more, "What kind of person would kill such a beautiful, innocent child?"
Neighbors of the family have now come forward to report their concern for Zahra, sharing stories of a stepmother's berating of her stepdaughter because she would not use her prosthesis as much as her stepmother thought necessary. What is the lesson we can learn from Zahra's murder? Obviously, it is to report to the authorities any suspicion of child abuse. We cannot be silent on this issue. Pure evil does exist, and it robbed Zahra of the life she might have had.
Evidently she was being raised by her grandmother in Australia before she came to the United States to live with her father Adam and stepmother Elisa. She lost a leg and her hearing because of treatment for bone cancer. The way she lost her life is still being determined by the authorities although the evidence strongly points to the father and stepmother. Elisa evidently gave directions as to where to locate Zahra's body. We must ask ourselves as a nation once more, "What kind of person would kill such a beautiful, innocent child?"
Neighbors of the family have now come forward to report their concern for Zahra, sharing stories of a stepmother's berating of her stepdaughter because she would not use her prosthesis as much as her stepmother thought necessary. What is the lesson we can learn from Zahra's murder? Obviously, it is to report to the authorities any suspicion of child abuse. We cannot be silent on this issue. Pure evil does exist, and it robbed Zahra of the life she might have had.
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