Sunday, August 31, 2014
COMMENTING ON THE COMMENT!
Memories from a lifetime
After posting my last blog, an anonymous reader posted a comment. You could go back and look at it yourself, but it simply was that he thanked me for what I shared, and then wrote:
“There are good memories in spite of some that are not so good. All of it is relevant to where we are today.”
I kind of liked what he/she said, do you? Because I think there is some good wisdom in it. So I thought I’d use it to elaborate a bit on some important concepts.
The first part of the comment points out that mixed in with the memories that are painful or sad or tragic there are also the memories that bring us joy and good feelings. Now most of us realize this is true. Most experiences in life have something in them that can bring us joy or meaning. But very few experiences are “perfect.” Weddings almost always have some little glitch that brings frustration. Family reunions often include some moments of tension. Though we may be excited to move into new home or apartment, we may still miss the old neighborhood, and will inevitably find something in the new space that isn’t quite what we had hoped it would be. Everything comes with mixed baggage. But divorce, like many experiences in life, can so absorb our energy and our focus in such a way that we have a hard time seeing those good moments because the awful experiences loom so large. But as the comment suggest, there are always both. Sometimes it takes intentional effort on our part to remember that, and then to look for the things that are good.
I have some friends who are currently in the midst of some pretty serious medical crises. She is in the hospital recovering from an emergency surgery, and her husband is handling all the things that come with such an event. He is one of those “glass half full” sort of guys, and so as he talks about all the difficult things that are going on, he always say that if you watch closely, you will see that God is always doing something. We sometimes merely need to have ears to hear and eyes to see to be able to rise above the hardships. In a lot of ways, it is the old “every cloud has a silver lining,” except we are not merely talking about what we might see afterwards, but being able to see in the midst of the storm itself. How important it is that we find ways in the hard moments of life to notice the little things that bring us joy and meaning.
The comment also includes a reference to the perspective and emotions that come each day. While the writer did not explain exactly what is meant, I think it is fair to realize that perspective and time make a huge difference. Sixteen years ago, I could see nothing good about my getting divorced. A friend asked me if there wasn’t something which I was looking forward to, and the only thing I could speak of at the time was an upcoming birthday trip I had arranged for my daughter and I in celebration of her 16th birthday. Everything else looked bleak. Now, all these years later, with the emotional upheaval behind me and so much of the pain healed, I find that there are a lot of good things that have come in my life beyond the pain. Even as I grieve the loss of my parents, perspectives change day by day. Some days my emotions are more fragile, and I have a hard time seeing the good. Other days, I find much to look forward to and the memories hold a special place of joy for me rather than mere sorrow.
And so, I resonate with the comment that was made, and would encourage all of us to realize that the blend of life with good things and hard things is what brings richness to living, and that with the passing of time, things that seem awful in the moment may become beautiful memories as they are shaped by the growth we experience. So if you are feeling down or low today, remember it is just today. Tomorrow may be better, or a year from now may be when you see things fresh. And resist the urge to become so focused on the overwhelming things that you are not also noticing the little God moments right there in the midst of the struggle.
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES….
The Crooks' Family at one of the infamous family get togethers
Many years ago, there was a lady I used to visit in the nursing home. She was widowed, and as far as I could tell, relatively healthy both physically and mentally. But it was also clear she wasn’t strong enough to be able to take care of herself at home, hence her move to the facility. I never knew how the decision was made, but it was clear there was family involved in the decision beyond just her…children I think, but it has been a while. We used to have pretty enjoyable visits, I thought. What I do remember, though, is that we used to have conversations about how much she missed her house (in a nearby town), and all the things she had kept around her there.
One time, I arrived for our visit, and as I entered her room, she had a big smile on her face. She pointed over toward the wall where there stood a simple little five drawer upright dresser. Nothing fancy, just kind of a box style pine. She told me that the dresser came from her house, that she had gotten somebody in the family to bring it down to her. That simple little dresser was for her a connection with her home and so made her feel more at home in her room. Then she said something to me that I have never forgotten. She said, “They can take my house, and take my things, but they can’t take my memories from me.” And then she proceeded to tell me stories she remembered, especially stories about Elvis Presley, because she somehow knew him and sometimes he had even called her at the nursing home, though she said, “the staff likes to get on the phone when he calls, so I don’t always get to talk with him so much, but that’s okay.” Quite a lady. Quite a memory.
Probably most of you know that my father passed away last spring, and mom a couple of years ago, since I have mentioned it here before. I am now in the position of having to sort through and make arrangements for the various household items that need to be passed on, sold or donated. It is, of course, a daunting task. And a very emotional task. Today I was cleaning out some shelving, and ran across a silly little item that I have not seen since I was a child. I didn’t even realize it was still around. I had forgotten it, and thought it actually had been thrown away many years ago. It was a simple souvenir from a trip to
when I was very, very small. Suddenly, I
had lots of memories come flooding back, and my eye was not quite as dry as it
had been a few minutes before. It has
made me think of the wisdom of my friend in the nursing home. Mexico
Memories are precious things, aren’t they? That was perhaps one of the hardest things for my dad, that my mother’s illness affected her ability to remember things, so he was no longer able to share and discuss memories from years gone by with her.
Having spent a lot of my life working in photography, I remember hearing it said once, that the Chinese referred to Americans as the people who cannot remember…because we are always taking pictures of everything we see as we travel. Guilty as charged!
These things have also made me think of some of the things I lost because of my divorce, items I will probably never see again, opportunities that can never be repeated. In some ways similar to my father who could not share memories of his younger days with my mom, neither do I share memories with my ex wife, and the memories my wife and I have now are from a much later period in our lives. But it is still important to remember, I might lose items in the divorce, and I may lose opportunities or have relationships impacted, but they can’t take my memories away. Of course, since it was a divorce, there are memories that are just as well not recalled, but there are others that are still important for me, especially memories about my children or the church I pastored during their childhood.
I think God has given our memory as a pretty special gift in life. Memory is how we learn to not touch a hot stove, or how to find our way back home from school. Memory is a treasure trove that brings us joy, sorrow, nostalgia and sometimes the encouragement to continue on as we remember we have conquered hard times before. The little item I found today is really not anything significant. The decorations on it have been tattered, faded and lost. The metal parts are rusty, and the wood is rough and aged. It isn’t the item that matters at all (which is part of why I am not telling you what it is), except that the item is a bridge to some special memories I had not thought of in years. Some memories are triggered by scents, others by places we go, and others by items or photographs that transport us to another time and another place. Memories make life full and sweet, and some of them make us realize how far we have come, or have good God has been.
If there are some empty places in your life these days, perhaps a stroll down memory lane might just be the ticket to a smiling face and a warm heart. Pull out that old photo album or scrapbook, or whatever would send you back, and enjoy a time of thankfulness for what God has done in your life.
Monday, August 25, 2014
AWESOME! NO, REALLY, AWESOME!!
I’m a person who loves to read (probably part of the reason I have been writing books…there are several others well on the road to publication, topically unrelated to divorce, by the way). I also like flea markets and antique stores. At a relatively recent stop at such a store, I ran across a book from 1970 that is a step by step recounting of the Apollo 11 moonlanding of 1969, including some of the processes it took to get to that point. The book is called First on the Moon written by several individuals in conjunction with the Apollo 11 crew. As a really old person, I actually remember watching that moon landing on television. As a matter of fact, I remember watching most of the launches of the Gemini and Apollo mission, too. I remember being thrilled at the concept of space exploration and even considered pursuing a career in the field myself. But then, what child didn’t back then?
Reading the book, I have relived some of those happy memories, and once again been touched by the wonder of what was accomplished. I have learned some things I didn’t know, such as that the entire time Mike Collins was circling the moon by himself, nobody knew exactly where it was in the Sea of Tranquility that the Eagle had landed…so every pass he was given an assigned area to search for it. (According to the records provided in the book, they didn’t finally confirm the location until the return flight had actually entered the pull of earth’s gravity!) And the author, especially because of the fact that his writing was so close to the time of the landing, conveys well the absolute wonder and idealism involved in the entire project. He projects the enthusiasm and awe we all felt at the mind staggering achievement, and people around the globe shared in it. It was with wonder we saw Armstrong and Collins step out onto the lunar surface for the very first time. Majestic. Stupendous. AWESOME…not just as a fad word, but truly AWESOME! Or, in the vocabulary of the day, Supercalifragi…..no, skip that. There was actually no words that adequately described the pride, the feelings, the wonder of that time. And part of me wished that I could have been in
for one of the launches at some point…even into the era of the space
shuttles. I did get to visit Cape
Canaveral in recent years, and saw the Saturn engines up close and personal,
and I did work at a lab that did studies on lunar rocks (have an
electron-microscope picture of one of them, in fact). But still…I never got to be there when it was
all happening. Florida
Then I thought about the fact that I actually watched only a few of the space shuttle launches or landings. I know the names of very few of the later astronauts, but most of the names of the early ones. And I thought about the wonderful portrayals in the movie “Apollo 13,” and the scene where Tom Hanks as Jim Lovell is making a space talk presentation for the television audience, even though unbeknownst to him, the talk was not being aired on television, because the public was no longer interested in watching such things. Until, of course, disaster struck and the mission was jeapordized. (Yes, I remember that, too.)
Okay, so what’s the point, right? The point is, reading this book, I have been struck again by how incredible the entire space program is. And how sad it is that we take it so for granted. But, as the book points out, before the Wright brothers, or even right afterwards, nobody would dreamed that a flying machine would ever be able to cross an ocean, or carry more than one passenger, or be so affordable that ordinary people would fly in them on a regular basis! Those flights were marvelous moments, too. The old saying is that familiarity breeds contempt. I don’t know if contempt is the best word or not, but it familiarity certainly causes us to lose our sense of wonder and awe.
I remember one of the first times I took my oldest child to watch an Independence Day fireworks show, and the wonder in her eyes as the colorful explosions lit up the night sky. I remember my exhausted children suddenly coming to life when they heard the noise and saw the lights of the late night Electric Parade at
Disneyland. I have many such memories, because somehow,
having young children around helps us to see things fresh as they see them for
the first time. In some ways, it would
be a great thing if we could always see things as through the eyes of a child,
so as to preserve the sense of awe and wonder at this incredible thing we call
life, and the amazing universe we inhabit.
And, sadly, many of us lose the sense of wonder we first had when we realized and experienced God’s love for us and the power of the forgiveness we know when we open our hearts to Christ. We get used to the idea that if we pray, God really does listen and care. We take for granted that there are words for us from God, written down in a collection of books called the Bible. We glibly say the name of God, not remembering the awesome and incredible nature of the being we refer to when we utter that word. Maybe that is part of why Jesus said we need to come to him like little children. Maybe that is what Paul desired us to gain when his prayer is that we can know the height and breadth and length and depth of the love of God, or that we could experience peace that passes understanding.
Landing on the moon, and all the things that led up to it were incredible. The man’s book even predicted that something like the space station and the Hubble telescope would be built that would expand our knowledge exponentially. But those things, incredible as they be, are miniscule in the presence of a God worthy of the adjective, “Awesome.”
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
I did something kind of weird one day which, of course, surprises no one who knows me. After moving to my hometown a few years ago, I was at the store one day and struck up a conversation with a stranger. Knowing me, it probably started with some stupid joke about a sale or an advertisement. Then, in the middle of it, I said to the man something along the lines of:
“This may sound strange, but you don’t know how much I enjoy seeing you and talking with you, because you are black, at least, that was the term we used to use, hope it’s okay. But the point is I have lived in several towns over the years that had much smaller minority populations, and I have missed the interactions with people of different races, so I have really enjoyed just chatting with you today. Thanks!”
Another time I was at the store and bumped into my high school gym coach, and we started to visit, catching up a bit on one another’s lives. He gave me a hug, or I gave him one, don’t remember which, and we each went on to finish our shopping. He also is of African-American descent.
Charles, Max, Verdale, Anita, Carmen (male), Debra, Carmen (female), John, Rueben, Mike and his mother Dorothy…those are a few names of friends of mine from childhood. Some of them used to come to birthday parties at my house. Some were in scouts with me. Others were friends in band or at school.
names, normal people doing normal
activities. All of these individuals
are, as the phrase goes, “people of color,” although I never really thought
about it at the time. It didn’t
matter…at least, not to me. Each of us
is now grown up and moved on or away in life. I have seen only one or two of them in recent
decades. If I were to attempt a similar
list from this time of life, it would have different names. Normal
I have seen some of the obsessive media coverage of the difficulties over in
, and feel sad. When I was growing up, street protests (riots
they were called back then) were every day occurrences in the news from the
streets of Ferguson,
Missouri Chicago, Philadelphia,
there were more cars being burned, more national guard troops present and more violence. As I visited with a friend yesterday, we both
recalled the school bus that received broken windows and the time tires were
set on fire in the street here in town.
She even remembered another school bus being turned over. San Francisco
I was also saddened one day when I was visiting with a friend of Mexican descent about growing up here in town. We were talking about racism, and I mentioned my awareness of the racism against African Americans here in town, but wondered what kind of experiences he knew of among our Mexican population during that time. (We both knew that there were plenty of stories of racism from earlier times here.) I was saddened because he was able to tell me some specific episodes during our lifetimes, one of which occurred at a laundromat not far from where I had lived. That was the first time I ever heard of that fact. It is too bad.
I’m sorry, I just don’t get it. I don’t get why race is such a big deal to people.
I mean, I DO get that individuals of certain races experience hard times because of their skin color, not only here, but other places as well. Racism IS real.
I DO get that racism is not merely an American phenomenon nor limited to recent times.
I DO get that there are some cultural differences among races that affect how we view the world and how we relate to one another. As an example, I have a hard time understanding a culture in which life is regarded as cheap, as Ho Chi Minh expressed in his willingness to lose 100 of his soldiers for every American soldier. (Perhaps this is related to the Buddhist belief in reincarnation.) It doesn’t make sense to me that some of the Middle Eastern peoples hold as their highest goal the destruction of the Jewish people and the nation
because they are Jewish. I was unaware of the racism that exists between different groups of Asians until recently when I heard some comments in that regard. Or again when I learned about the number of people of every skin color
enslaved or enslaving others in the past all around the globe, including
Assyrians, Egyptians, Romans, Japanese, Germans, Aztec or other American Indian
peoples…the list is sadly long. Israel
I guess I’m one of those individuals who just wonders why we can’t all just get along. On the other hand, I have been divorced, and if we could all just get along, divorce wouldn’t be happening either, would it?
As I watch the events of
, several thoughts come to mind. First, it is sad that some of the same
struggles still remain that were being fought back in the 60’s and 70’s. It is sad to see one event so highlighted
while others deaths of young blacks are ignored, such as the ones in Ferguson for instance. It is sad to hear the whole episode described
in ways that might be exaggerated, or that some may be jumping to inaccurate
conclusions and spring into this kind of action without first gathering the
facts from all sides. (There is a verse
in Proverbs 18:17 that describes this…the ESV reads: The one who
states his case first seems right,
until the other comes and examines him.)
As facts come out, we may learn there was more behind the episode than we know in all sorts of ways. And it is sad that individuals in official positions would even need to be questioned or legally charged to be held accountable (though there seems to be a LOT of need for that these days here in
—and in a number of other
countries as well, I might add). America
Most of all, I think it is not sad, but reprehensible that opportunists will plunge into moments like this for their own self-aggrandizement or to infiltrate and stir up trouble by looting and provoking (all of which diminish the respect and credibility of the protests). Sad, sad, sad.
I hope the day will come when there will no longer be felt a need to protest treatment as all people find a welcome place in society and are appreciated for who they are, and so choose to live in respectful and moral ways. I hope one day some of us will wise up and realize how boring the world would be without variety. Well, I could go on with dreams that will probably never fully materialize as long as fallible people are involved. But maybe we each could find a way to make some little part of our world just a little bit better in this regard. And I pray that God will use all these tragic events in
to make a
difference for good not only there, but among other people who are
As I watch and shake my head, I guess I owe a real gratitude to those friends of my childhood, because the relationships I had with them have laid the foundation for some important lessons in my life.
Sunday, August 17, 2014
Top Ten Back to School Tips After Divorce
1. Be involved in your children’s education. Every study indicates that more than anything else, parental involvement makes the biggest difference in the success of children at school. When children have experienced the losses entailed in divorce, it becomes even more imperative that you stay engaged with your children, especially in the area of their education. Show your child that they are a priority in your life by attending conferences and school activities. Discuss their school day with them by asking specific questions (What did you do in reading today? What was your math lesson about?) and no matter what their age - READ WITH THEM!
2. Talk to school personnel. If parenting your children is difficult due to communication issues with your former spouse and you both have court awarded parental access, make it a point to visit with their teachers, school counselors, and office staff at the beginning of the year and through the year. Make sure they are aware that the student has two separate households, and that both need to receive copies of all academic materials and be notified about any concerns that arise, making sure they have contact information for both of you so they can do so. Without belaboring the point or running down your ex, you can advise them that communication between the households is not good, and so contact with both is essential. Understanding arranged at the outset can make a significant difference throughout the year. If your school is not cooperative about this issue it may become necessary to hold them accountable by appealing to administration or the school board, but most will be very accommodating and understanding.)
3. Be proactive and take some initiative. Most teachers keep pretty busy and have a lot of paperwork already. If you attend conferences separately from your former spouse, ask to make sure that any paperwork, test reports, or grade cards are copied and available for the other parent. If necessary, you can pick them up later at the office or have them mailed. Even if the favor is not reciprocated you know that you are working to do your part to effectively parent your child.
4. Make sure children have needed supplies. Don’t get caught up in the who pays for what and child support resentment games. These are your children, and if they need a new backpack, then they need a new backpack…do it. If you ex doesn’t have the funds to pay for extracurricular activities and you do, don’t rob your children of those opportunities because you are angry at your ex…be a stand up parent for your children. Even if they reside at the other home most of the time, you can still have fun taking them shopping for extra school supplies or clothes. Don’t have the money? If you truly are doing your best, then ask the school personnel or your pastor what resources may be available to assist. There are lots of people out there who love to help people who are in difficult circumstances but are trying, you just have to swallow a little pride and ask.
5. Ease unnecessary stress for the students. Children of divorce entrusted to your care have enough stress already and parental communication problems add more stress. Reduce the amount of anxiety your child may have by ensuring that the office has contact information for all parents and any family members who are available. This will benefit you and your child when conferences or contact is needed and your child doesn’t have to quizzed for the information or become the courier for notes. This also helps the office know that you are doing the best for your child and will create greater trust.
6. Support your students of divorce. Yes, you only have so much time and there are a lot of students with lots of needs. And yes, these children have to fulfill the same expectations as everybody else. Just remember that their hearts may be torn between two worlds and they may need a little extra attention now and again, or a listening ear in the midst of their struggles. They may need an impartial adult they trust who can help them with some perspective, an adult who realizes that there are two sides to every story and that children need both of their parents.
7. Support the divorced parents in a difficult time. No, they may not be spending as much time with the children in schoolwork as you think they should, and no, ideally they should be able to communicate with one another and not have you stuck in the middle somehow. But real life is that these individuals may be struggling just to manage all the upheaval and difficult realities of life after divorce. And the truth is, if they could get along and communicate, they probably wouldn’t be divorced in the first place. If you notice one of your students is not performing to their ability level - don’t wait to discuss this at conference time. Let the parent know what academic and school counseling resources are available - this support may be the kindest gift you can give to parents who are are trying their best to help their children.
8. Try to imagine how YOU would feel. Working with divorced parents can be difficult and tricky - have patience and empathize for a moment with them. Imagine how you might feel if you weren’t notified about a meeting or given a report card. Contemplate how YOU would feel if you didn’t have enough money to pay all the bills and meet your child’s needs and wants. Look at it from a child’s perspective, as one whose parent is no longer at home on a regular basis and must settle for weekly or monthly visits. Consider the stress of working multiple jobs trying to make ends meet and the responsibilities of parenting your child. Bear in mind that the parent is dealing with the emotions of rejection and betrayal from a person they they trusted. being rejected and betrayed by the person you trusted most. After reflecting you might be just a little kinder when they walk ragged into your classroom.
9. Materially support the children of these families. Does your church offer resources for children in single parent homes with their school supply needs? If not, then help start one or find a few friends who would be willing to step in and assist with the expenses.
10. Support these children with your time. Do you even know if these children go home to an empty house? Perhaps you could arrange a safe place for them to go, maybe even help start an after school program. The parents may be feeling limited on their time possibilities… tutoring children of single parents can help reduce the load on parents who are running ragged from a full plate. What other tasks can you do to lighten the load so that they CAN spend more time with their children. Mowing the lawn, raking the leaves, dropping kids off at practices or making a grocery run can be a blessing to the single mom or dad on the run. In addition, there are many cases when children have limited opportunities to have a positive relationship with an adult - consider mentoring a child with guidance and love that they so desperately need.
I can relate lots of stories where individuals did just that, in a variety of ways and circumstances, for my children, my step children, and other children that I know of. There are a lot of good causes in this world that we could choose to get involved with to make a difference, but there are few causes more important than making a positive difference in the life of a child at risk. I hope you choose to be the one who makes a difference in the life of a child this school year.
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
Genie, You are Free
It’s terrible that it was a factor that led Robin Williams to where he could see nothing worth living for any longer. But as a friend and I discussed casually today, anybody who has ever really struggled with depression certainly understands the battle Robin faced. I heard actress Patty Duke discussing her own bouts with depression in relation to a book she has written about her own struggles with it.
Estimates of the number of Americans who struggle with depression is reported regularly in the media...but I know the number is wrong, because I know plenty of people who have struggled with depression who have never gone to a doctor or counselor to discuss it, so they are not counted in the statistics. These statistics, at best are merely educated estimates.
Many people struggle with depression in our world, and some of those people are individuals who smile and laugh a lot in life, at least on the outside.
Or those who offer lots of other little quick fixes, each of which provides mounting evidence that the person offering the advice has no clue what depression is really like. None.
Perhaps one of the most useful things to note from the suicide of Mr. Williams is that he was doing those things, and yet, it wasn’t enough.
In other words, there are NOT simple little magic answers and there certainly are not any “one size fits all” solutions.
Depression IS a tough thing to deal with, and since divorce also means you have lost a hugely significant relationship, then one of life’s support pillars is no longer available. That alone can be very depressing.
Some may not experience as much depression as others, but some experience incredibly intense depression and, like Mr. Williams, may not be able to find their way out. There is a time a place for intervention, and hospitalization is sometimes the only way for individuals to turn the necessary corners and receive the needed help.
As a friend, you can offer support, love, friendship, advice, and it can make a huge difference. But you must also realize you cannot “fix” individuals struggling with depression…that individual has to make choices themselves, too. They have to choose to take the medicine, to call the suicide prevention hotline, to quit drinking and adding more depressants into their bodies, to get up out of bed in the morning and do something... even though they don’t feel like they have the energy.
Sadly, sometimes no matter how much help and support is available, the end of the story may not be a happy one. And, as those who loved Robin found out, family and friends cannot always change that ending, no matter how much they might wish they could.
Death is not the end of the story.
The evil we experience in this world is not the final victor.
The mess we make in our lives does not mean we are beyond redemption.
The wounds of our hearts and souls can be healed.
In fact, Hebrews calls this hope of faith as the anchor for our souls. Suicide from depression so often occurs because the individual has lost all sense of hope. Why would we neglect offering the great hope offered by Christ as a significant part of help for those despairing in hopelessness?
The apparently suicidal death of Robin Williams is a sad thing. His family has my prayers. Sadder still would be if none of his friends ever told him that even in our darkest hour, there is hope, a hope that can be found only in Christ. Those of us who have times that we struggle with depression may indeed have times we walk through very dark valleys in life. But if we also have Christ, we never have to walk those valleys alone.
Sunday, August 10, 2014
I have always been struck by a particular verse in Isaiah. I used to always think it was referring especially to people who lived on the wild side (like Hell’s Angels) or who were blatantly evil, like the Nazis. It certainly is clear to see how it applies to those situations. However, more recently, since moral relativism has taken such a strong hold in our world, I have come to believe it is the more subtle applications of this verse that are perhaps the most insidious. Here is the passage, quoted from the New American Standard Version:
Woe to those who call evil good, and good evil; Who substitute darkness for light and light for darkness; Who substitute bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter! -----Isaiah 5:20
The images described in this passage are rampant today, it seems to me. Debates over social issues, the vilification of virginity and glorification of teen pregnancy, renaming things like adultery and promiscuous behavior into terms like “affairs” and “sexually active,” and the bizarre world of political expediency all are multiple examples of calling evil good.
Then, the flip side, of course, is the ridicule faced by those who DO choose to stand for their beliefs, and the characterization of all Christians as mindless and naïve do-gooders who are deluded enough to think they heard God speaking to them. I was especially struck by that attitude years ago when U.S. Attorney General Janet Reno stated that she considered people dangerous who read their Bibles regularly! (I tend to think she is confused about who really IS dangerous in that scenario.) Notice, Isaiah makes clear that calling something good does NOT make it good, it just reveals the character of the speaker involved.
And bound up with the shift is a great deal of browbeating for any who would dare to question the politically correct point of view, whether the topic is global warming or immigration reform, to views on gay marriage and more. Even the terminology troubles me. For instance, somebody who does not believe homosexuality is moral, is described as a homophobe…created from the word for fear, even though it isn’t an issue of fear, it is an issue of belief about morally right and wrong behavior. We don’t call somebody who believes murder is wrong a murderphobe, do we? Of course not, that’s ridiculous. But because the battles are vicious these days, in certain realms the terminology is often biting and vindictive. And let’s be honest…that viciousness does exist on both sides of the spectrum, and there has been plenty of browbeating to go around by both sides! Supposedly toleration is hailed as the great virtue of the day, but toleration is only for those whose opinions on valued issues are the same; there is no tolerance for those who disagree, there is only ridicule and attack.
Morality has been relegated to popular opinion, and any sense of ultimate right and wrong has been lost for many in our society who believe they are accountable to no one, least of all a God they don’t even believe in. But Isaiah’s words begin with, “Woe,” because accountability is real, and judgment will come.
So let me close this blog by relating it to the topic of divorce. Each of us must be careful, in all of life’s actions and choices, to not be deceived into calling evil good, or believing those who do. But not everything that has commonly held to be true is necessarily so, either. Consider slavery, which was acceptable for centuries, until opinion shifted and people realized that there was something inherently wrong in the practice. At the time, remember, there were both Christians and non-Christians with strongly held opinions on both sides of the issue.
I would never call divorce a “good” thing, but I would call it a necessary thing in a fallen world, hence God’s provision for it from the earliest days in the laws of Moses. However, as one goes through divorce, one is inundated with a multitude of decisions and choices. Those choices can be decided based on selfish interests, they can be decided based on vindictive anger, they can be decided based on a false sense of love and humility, they can be decided on purely pragmatic bases, or they can be decided on perceived “right” and “wrong.” And how those decisions are made affect the character of the person making the decisions. All too often, vindictive anger and selfish interests are rampant among divorcing individuals.
Many choices involve very gray areas, areas where there seem to be no specific rightness or wrongness about it, no clear teaching of scripture or church. In those areas, if you are trying to do what you believe is right or best, making choices becomes difficult. A dear friend of mine suggested that sometimes, framing the issue in terms of effective and ineffective rather than trying to find a right and wrong in the muddy waters might prove more useful. I found that was a very helpful insight. However, I also believe it is important that an individual divorcing be very wary of their choices and actions, weighing each matter carefully, lest they end up on the receiving end of Isaiah’s woes.
Do your best to stand for good, for truth, for love, and for those things that most reflect the character of God, even in the onslaughts of evil in our world today.