Thursday, September 20, 2018

My Kingdom for a Moderate


My two cents on politics of today:
Both sides are continuously screaming their opinion at the tops of their lungs.  Neither side even takes a short breath long enough to hear what the other side is saying.  I don’t think they care anymore.  They don’t want to know the other person’s view point.  It is like children sticking their fingers in their ears and saying “La, la, la, la, la… I can’t hear you.”
The result is that both parties are being pushed further to the Right/Left.  The farther the distance between them, the less likely they are to have to see or hear “the enemy.”
I remember a time when we weren’t enemies.  We had political differences that we could discuss civilly.  Compromises were common. 

As the country gets polarized we keep electing people farther and farther off the radical deep end on both the right and the left.  People complain that the politicians on the other side are horrible and criminal…  You know what?  If you only look for people on the crazy end of the spectrum that is what you are going to get!  Yes, people on both sides have committed horrible crimes and no one in their respective party cares.  “I actually heard someone say, “Well, yes, he is horrible.  Yes, he has done some things that were wrong.  But he is so much better than having a(insert the opposite party here) in office.”  We should be appalled at the monsters that we have elected ON BOTH SIDES.

Friends and family (on both sides) that I know are good and kind people are saying horrible things, and posting even worse propaganda.  I feel like I am trapped between the Nazis from WWII and the USSR from the Cold War Era with them both blaring their manifests loud enough that surely the people can’t hear their opponents.  Where is Indiana Jones when we need him.

The really sad thing is that when Facebook shares a memory from 2, 4. 5. Even 7 or more years ago where I am complaining about the same thing.
Mom’s pastor  from Houston is part of a group seeking Civility in Government.  It is frightening that we need such a thing.  It is even more frightening that no one hears about them.

It makes me want to scream, “MY KINGDOM FOR A MODERATE!”  any moderate… at this point I don’t care if they are Republican, Democrat, Libertarian, Independent…  We need to elect people who are willing to talk, listen, and try to work together.  In the past few years I back the moderates and they would come in dead last.  People aren’t looking for someone who will try to understand and work together.  This last primary I couldn’t find any moderates!  Everyone wanted to prove how far off the deep end that they were.  “I’m the craziest of the crazys!  So, vote for me.”  I swear I thought some of the actual political adds were Saturday Night Live skits making fun of them

If it weren’t for my faith I would completely despair for our nation.  I pray that we will wake up.  I pray that we will remember that these are not only fellow Americans, but also our brothers and sisters in Christ.  I pray that we will find our sense of compassion and compromise again.  We need to go back to what we learned from Sesame Street and Mr. Rogers.  Being Kind is more important than being right.  Sharing and Caring are the way we should live.

Basically, we need Divine Intervention.  So, I pray, “God change our hearts!  Break our hearts of stone!  Fill us with your love again.”
As I try not to unfriend those near and dear to my heart, I also pray that I can be an example of the kind of acceptance and love that we need.  And hope that I do not become the last Moderate on earth.

Love in Christ,
An Endangered Species

Friday, September 14, 2018

To Boldly Go


Geeks of Faith Devotion – To Boldly Go

          Saturday was the 52nd anniversary of the premier of Star Trek.  That show completely changed how we thought about Science Fiction.  Some Christians didn’t think that we should be thinking about boldly going where no one has gone before.  I have had arguments with well meaning Sunday School teachers or cousins saying that Humanity is the pinnacle of God’s creation.  Thinking that there is life on other planets is sinful.  I have always thought that opinion was crazy.
          If God created Billions and Billions of stars with billions of planets around them, wouldn’t it be silly for God to make them all just dead rocks?  If there are billions of species here on Earth alone, how much more would there be throughout the universe.
          I don’t think it is “sinful” to dream of boldly going and searching for life among the stars.  I think it is far more sinful to try to limit God’s creativity to one small planet in one small solar system.
          People say that it is a miracle that all the conditions were right here for life to begin at all.  That is amazing!  But wouldn’t it prove God is even greater if somewhere out there there were Vulcans, and Wookies, and Mimbari… and of course PORG!  The larger our knowledge of the universe becomes, the greater God becomes for me.  I think the real miracle is that God cares about us puny humans on this little ball of water.
          Listen to the words of Psalm 8:  Lord, our Sovereign,
    how majestic is your name in all the earth!
You have set your glory above the heavens.
    Out of the mouths of babes and infants
you have founded a bulwark because of your foes,
    to silence the enemy and the avenger.
When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers,
    the moon and the stars that you have established;
what are human beings that you are mindful of them,
    mortals[a] that you care for them?
Yet you have made them a little lower than God,[b]
    and crowned them with glory and honor.
You have given them dominion over the works of your hands;
    you have put all things under their feet,
all sheep and oxen,
    and also the beasts of the field,
the birds of the air, and the fish of the sea,
    whatever passes along the paths of the seas.
Lord, our Sovereign,
    how majestic is your name in all the earth!

          It is a miracle that God knows each of us by name.  Each hair on our head is numbered.  We are beloved children.  If God loves us that much, it doesn’t mean God can’t love some other creatures somewhere out there, where no human has gone before.  I only have two children, not billions, but when Alexander was born that didn’t mean I loved Martin any less.  God’s love is big enough to love all of creation, even if that means loving Klingons too.