11.30.2008

QUACKERS


Lame ducks don’t quack much. There’s no need. We’re not all that interested in what they have to say.

Like ‘em or not, no longer are we magnetized by their personalities or offended by their actions. Any grand pedestal of respect has crumbled, as more and more we embrace the logic of “out with the old and in with the new.”

We’re ready for the “new” – ready for the next guy (pardon me, Hillary and Sarah) – eager to see what he will do… eager to jump on the bandwagon, seeing if he really can change the world. Of course, no one man this side of heaven has the power –save the ego – to change the world (my apologies to Louis Farrakhan and the German paper, “Bild,” both of which have already declared President-Elect Obama as the “Messiah”).

It is time now to band together, with respectful and bipartisan support for Barack Obama. That doesn’t mean we can’t disagree with him. It is simply an acknowledgement that he is the next President for all Americans.

Psst… but have you noticed the supposed lame duck?

The sunset is setting on the Presidency of George W. Bush -- the bold Texan, the media will quickly tell us, who has seemingly become the object of global scorn. Some of us have joined in the mounting disrespect. Yet watch as the sun sets. He has not screamed in self-defense every time a person referred to the “failed administration” and “disgraceful policies” of the past 8 years. (Never mind that every person who repeated that line had something to gain by saying it.) Bush has remained quiet. He has greeted our next President with respect. He has even directed the U.S. Treasury to save half of the recent $700 billion economic bailout package, leaving it to Obama’s discretion and direction.

Bush is also being silently sensible in regard to pardon distribution – an official act of forgiveness that removes civil liabilities stemming from criminal conviction. Presidents customarily distribute pardons right before Christmas and right before leaving office, but not all have been particularly prudent. President Clinton pardoned Marc Rich on his last day in office, arguably hoping none of us would notice. Rich was indicted on charges of tax evasion and illegal trading with Iran, accused of cheating the U.S. government out of $48 million. Note that his wife was a huge donor to Hillary’s Senate campaign and Bill’s Presidential library. Thus, I would conclude that President Clinton was not that wise of a duck.

So I’ve jumped on the bandwagon, thankful the election is over and eager for Obama’s inauguration. But I am also thankful for the classy, gracious exit of President Bush. He is treating the office as it deserves, even without the fanfare or the media support. He leaves us not with a bang… not with a whimper… not even with a quack.


AR

11.27.2008

THANKFUL… ALWAYS


Seven years ago there was a night I wasn’t sure I’d want to remember. Our youngest son, Joshua, laid on a hospital bed in a sedated state, clinging to life. His pulse was weak, his fluids were low, and his oxygen saturation rate – which is supposed to hover in the high ninetieth percentile – had now dropped below 60%. They tried 14 times to administer an IV… in his hands, his feet, and three times in his head. A respirator was employed to keep Josh alive. His infant body seemed only a frail, little shell.

When you come face to face with mortality, it has the potential to change the way you think. Either you become calloused, trying to eliminate all such images in your head – or you become thankful, newly aware that life is a gift and we have an opportunity to live it well. That doesn’t mean life’s always easy or that it will never hurt. It simply means there is much to be thankful for…

For those around us, whom we have an opportunity to enjoy (even the real turkeys in our families)…

For our country, where we can vote, serve, and even respectfully disagree (many countries do not have anything close to that freedom)…

For a God who loves each of us just as we are, giving us opportunity to love Him back.

(On a side note, I wish today, especially in India, those radical terrorist groups would realize that… so iniquitous, they can be…)

And so on this significant holiday, when I ask my boys what they are thankful for, soon after XBOX and fantasy football, they pause and smile, joyfully adding, “Josh’s hugs.” Yes, those mean much.

Joshua miraculously survived that night years ago, so his hugs are indeed meaningful. But his hugs remind me there is always much to be thankful for. Always. So join me in celebration – even if its quiet. Join me in giving thanks. Hug your kids. Hug the people around you. Spend quality time with them. Remember life is a gift. Even when life hurts. Yes, life is a gift even when it hurts. Here’s to living life well.

Wishing you a blessed Thanksgiving and a day of joyfully giving thanks… to you and yours… always.


AR

11.25.2008

ROADBLOCKS


I have some friends who won’t step foot into an organized church. Who can blame them?

After all, it’s members of the organized church who have bombed abortion clinics, flown commercial airliners into the heart of the trade district, and screamed that we’re all going to hell because of the rampant homosexuality in this country. Usually they do so, at some time loudly proclaiming their merciless act to be “in the name of God” somehow. Those aren’t the kind of people I’d want to hang around either.

The problem, though, is that those people get in the way of seeing God rightly. And because some people sadly mishandle the word of truth, others will sadly have trouble acknowledging that truth exists.

So who is God and what does He want from me?

He is the One both George W. Bush and Barack Obama profess to bow down to. He is the One reigning Heisman winner, Tim Tebow, credits on his weekly eye black. And He is the One who cares more about the state of your heart than of any Sunday morning attendance or offering plate participation.

What does He want? He wants me to realize that the state of my heart is what matters most… Act justly. Love mercy. Walk humbly. And love Him back. Don’t let something else – or someone else – get in the way.


AR

11.23.2008

FORGOTTEN BUT NOT GONE


The morning newspaper is full of intriguing insights. Let me offer a small sampling:

“The $25 billion rescue plan, desperately sought…”
“…An attempt to burnish his gangsta rapper persona…”
“Until we get past this malaise and gloom and doom…”
“The potential for conflict will be greater in 2025…”
“As the nation marks the 45th anniversary of the Kennedy assassination…”

Question for you: where’s God? Where’s the reference to Him being in control? … of our need for His help? … or of credit to His creation – as opposed to promotion of our own performance?

The closest I can get to an acknowledgement of someone who is greater than we comes from the sports section: “Freshman point guard saves the day!”

Where is God? Can we not speak of Him? In the name of political correctness, can we not refer to God any more?

The following insight makes me shudder: "But we have forgotten God. We have forgotten the gracious Hand which preserved us in peace, and multiplied and enriched and strengthened us; and we have vainly imagined, in the deceitfulness of our hearts, that all these blessings were produced by some superior wisdom and virtue of our own."

That’s from Abraham Lincoln over 100 years ago. If Lincoln thought God was forgotten then, what does that say about now?

Making me shudder even more is the realization that in the course of history, every nation that has forgotten God has at some time ceased to exist.

With the current, serious societal activity, this week of Thanksgiving, I know what I need to remember. I know what I need to teach my kids. And I know who I need to start thanking first…


AR

11.20.2008

BELIEVE ME: IT COUNTS


Yesterday, stuck on the back page of my sports section, was a great picture of current baseball free agent, Ken Griffey Jr., and Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice. Junior was just named America’s newest Public Diplomacy Envoy at the State Department in Washington.

How does a baseball player – even one with 611 home runs – become an American diplomat? How about a figure skater and an actress, too? … as Griffey joins Michelle Kwan and Fran Drescher, in addition to Cal Ripken Jr. as envoys.

It comes down to one thing: character.

Character counts. The most important attribute of any public servant. The thing we should look at first in whom we elect, celebrate, and promote.

It’s the reason neither Ted Stevens (R) or Al Franken (D) belong in the US Senate. It’s why we had trouble when Barry Bonds hit home run number 756.

It’s why we cheered when Tony Dungy won the Super Bowl and when Mary Lou Retton won the all-around.

It’s also why we listen every time Billy Graham speaks.

What you do on and off the field matters. Just ask Griffey Jr.’s new team.


AR

11.18.2008

BLAH, BLAH, BLAH, BLAH


I’ve noticed an unhealthy pattern between my 11 and 9 year old boys. Every now and then, usually when low on sleep and thus on patience, a passionate, verbal argument begins to ensue. Gradually yet swiftly, the volume increases, the respect decreases, until one child will actually put their hands to their ears and declare, “I’m not listening! …blah, blah, blah, blah.”

And to think that only kids do that.

Isn’t that what we as adults do – especially when we feel passionate about an issue? Don’t we justify not listening in the name of righteousness? Perhaps self-righteousness?

How about on abortion, for example? (If you know me, you know I don’t believe in such a thing as a “taboo topic.”)

Both sides are passionate about their opinions on this issue. Both have valid reasons for their opinions. But I’m having trouble listening to either of you because you’re so busy shouting at me.

…blah, blah, blah, blah…

Democrats, quit trying to convince me that the baby isn’t alive. I’ve heard that beautiful, miraculous heartbeat…

Republicans, quit ignoring that for some people, especially in the poorer communities, this is an agonizing decision. You need to empathize better…

We need to find a way to talk about abortion in our country. We can start by agreeing that the practice should be rare. Let’s take our hands off our ears and start listening to one another. I know of no one’s opinion which has changed because someone of an opposing viewpoint upped their volume.

It’s time for an end to the blah, blah, blah, blah.


AR

11.17.2008

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