Sunday, June 21, 2015

A Man Called "Bill"

A boy who loved his mom and worked the land,
Who made his friends with ease and lent a hand
In times when scarcity made living hard;
He grew up loving peace and standing guard.
This child who heard of conflicts far away
He went to shore up freedom in his day...
Returning with his patriot heart still warm,
He chose to stand guard in another form.
And, marrying well, he drove his brave patrol
With children watching him fulfill his role.
So, whether daughter's eyes, or wife's, or sons',
All saw in him a peace not forged by guns.
Indeed, I well remember Father's claim
That suspects don't deserve a crippling shame.
He taught me that all men deserve respect--
To try hard in the bad, good to detect.
In fact, I find it rare that Dad would speed
To judge a fellow man of careless deed.
Yes, many lessons he has left behind...
And, as he mounts in years, we children find
That Father's shoes become harder to fill.
And that we'll always love a man called "Bill."





Saturday, June 20, 2015

The Argument

We often hear the old saw: "There are two sides to every argument." I think the reason this proverb exists is that, for all our accumulated wisdom, truth is often hard to come by or to clearly discern.

This past week we all heard the horrifying news of yet another seemingly mindless shooting incident that rocked a church in South Carolina--a congregation peacefully gathered to offer up prayers and praises to God. The perpetrator of this murderous outrage snuffed out the lives of nine men and women, ostensibly because of their skin color. He is a young man in his twenties, obviously racist, whose father had given him a gun for his birthday.

Today, on the other hand, I have the privilege of delivering a brief address at another young man's graduation ceremony. This one is the oldest of eight children, home-schooled his entire life, who now plans to attend a Christian college in Florida. As far as I know, he is a loving, obedient son, a loyal and exemplary brother, a sharp, insightful student, and an honest, hard worker.

I asked my daughter on the phone yesterday what she thought I should say to this eager young graduate...what encouragement she would have appreciated at his age when she anticipated the beginning of "life on one's own" in an uncertain world. After marveling that this youngster she and I had known for so long had so suddenly arrived at this juncture in his life, she suggested that I counsel him to take time to get to know people. Resist the urge to isolate himself and bury himself in his studies, shutting out the world at large. Good advice, I thought, and told her so.

There often appears to be a two-sided argument when it comes to people. There always seems to develop among groups large and small a definite "pecking order," to use the old barnyard metaphor. Often, we are tempted to fall into this pattern of evaluating and categorizing the other homo sapiens we know personally, encounter casually, or view from a distance. Some rise to the top of the heap, others sink to the bottom, based on talent, appearance, economics, intelligence, physical prowess, religion, philosophy, upbringing, personal hygiene...the list of value factors goes on.

But the argument in its basic form is one of worthiness, it seems to me. That young man in South Carolina had come to the shocking conclusion that some of the people around him weren't worthy enough to go on living. Whatever hateful, fanatical, twisted thoughts or propaganda had led him to that conclusion are not really the issue. The type of weapon he used or its availability doesn't really matter much either. What truly matters is that the worthiness of one human life ought never to be an argument with two sides.

People die every day all over the world. People have been dying for thousands of years ever since Adam and Eve. Some have given back the life-gift God gave them in a willing, noble fashion, many even choosing to sacrifice it for the lives of others. Many...too many...have had that gift stripped or ripped from them by the two-sided argument of someone who counted them unworthy.

The young man graduating today has been taught faithfully by a loving mom and dad over the last eighteen years, taught that a gracious God has given life as a free gift--the most precious gift of all. He counts every person alive to be worthy of this gift, no matter where, what, who, and how they are.

And God expects every person alive to cherish and protect this gift--for oneself, and for all others.

Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Fantasy Lost


I dreamed of children soaring
to isles beyond the blue...
but the dust of fairies faltered
once they’d aged a year or two.

Sweet pixies used to sparkle
and flit a merry dance...
until love’s cool rejection
rained a mire upon romance.

Unicorns often galloped
through meadows of my mind...
their twisted horns were bloodied
when I left boyhood behind.

My playmates once took pleasure
in simple jest and sport...
now, "play" means a casino
or an overpriced resort.

Bright eyes reflected wonder,
adventure, friendship, fun...
then, lust and greed and boredom
rose like tow’rs to block the sun.

Remembering the treasure
we gathered without cost...
I long to flee and vanish,
following that which was lost.


MNA  6.3.2015