Hold Fast. Be Bold. Make Heaven Crowded.

This post is intended to speak to committed Christians, although if you are reading this and are still on the fence (so to speak) welcome!

In the New Testament, the author of the Book of Hebrews repeatedly uses the phrase, Hold Fast. Here is one such usage, in Hebrews 10:23

“Let us hold fast to the hope we profess.” (There are different translations, but this is the gist.)

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These are turbulent times, and our core beliefs are under attack around the world and across our country. Almost no one is persecuting Muslims or Hindus or Buddhists (with the exception maybe of India where non-Hindus are routinely mistreated). But, nearly everywhere, Christians, the single largest belief system in the world, are on the defensive.

In some places, like China, they have to hide for fear of their welfare. In Africa, they are slaughtered by Islamic tribal groups. In western Europe and Canada, Christians face dwindling numbers and influence as atheistic, Marxist and nihilistic philosophies, coupled with massive Muslim migration are transforming the social, political and economic landscape.

And the United States is not immune.

Under the guise of a thing called Tolerance, Christianity is just not included. We are seen as anachronistic and oppressive. As such, we have been on the defensive for decades now, which has only accelerated since around 2012.

Previously unthinkable practices such as genital mutilation of children in order to accommodate their “feelings” and the political agenda of elites in academia, the media and government, have been allowed not just to flourish but to include withering attacks on those who stand up to oppose such horrendous practices. I think of the Aztecs sacrificing children on some alter. How are we different?

Previously unthinkable practices of allowing boys and men who all of a sudden declare, without any scientific basis (other than constructed by means other than science) to wake up one day to declare that they are girls and women … and have entire swaths of humanity swoon at their feet … is tantamount to the king walking naked with everyone just nodding their heads. Until the innocent and brave boy points out the obvious.

And it’s getting worse. Where is it supposed to end?

Well, it’s really an attack on the fundamental values and principles that have built the west since the Enlightenment, which coupled historical Judeo-Christian beliefs with modern scientific rationalism. This confluence has lifted billions out of poverty and spread the concepts of freedom and individual liberty around the globe.

In this attack, we are witnessing the degradation of civilization, the only thing that keeps us out of chaos and tyranny.

There are many who see this viewpoint as an anachronism. After all, the Arc of History (as so-called Progressives are used to saying) leans towards a world freed from mythologies and oppressive cultures run by white men and capitalists. This is just another tired retread of fundamental Marxist ideology, branded as Communism. 

Too long now, Christians have been on the defensive, trying to counter the massive and coordinated attack on our basic values and beliefs conducted by unified academia, media and the levers of government. It’s been body blow after body blow.

Enough is enough.

We begin the counterattack (and it is a counterattack, just as we are part of something greater than the obvious … as I said in a recent post) with Hold Fast. Draw the line. While we can certainly engage in conversations with others whereby we exchange viewpoints in a calm and reasoned manner, we cannot allow ourselves to be sidelined by loud and strident voices that do not seek dialogue but only to harangue.

But holding fast is no longer enough. We need to be bold in pushing our agenda forward. An agenda that includes unapologetically proclaiming the truth of the Gospel and the fact that Jesus is the only way to eternal life. This will not go down well in some quarters but it must be said. We can’t apologize or backpedal. Certainly, we should arm ourselves with rational explanations for our beliefs, but we can also challenge others to support their own … something they will not want to do because the logic breaks down.

We are clearly called by Jesus to proclaim the Truth. And he just as clearly said we could face persecution and worse. In the comfortable West it’s easy to ignore what this can mean. But, as we face these attacks, we should be reminded of the famous line, “The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.”

Jesus calls us to be bold. And boldness requires risk. Boldness requires that we abandon the comfort of approval by everyone around us, including friends and family. If we really believe that Jesus is God and that the words accorded to him are accurate, this is non-negotiable. 

We can take comfort that we are not alone but in the presence of a “cloud of witnesses,” of brothers and sisters who are also taking risks because there is only one who is Just and stands in Judgment.

“Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us” Hebrews 12:1

I need to become bolder, holding fast to what I know to be true. I need not defend that knowledge here as I’ve done it extensively elsewhere. I am part of a massive body that includes a large swath of humanity and untold numbers in the heavenly realms. My hope is based upon a promise that is ironclad. Every other promise is hollow in comparison because we are in the flesh and seduced into thoughts and behaviors that are not of God. As much as I try to be good and to do God’s will, I always fall far short, therefore rejecting him and his authority over me. The only way that gap can be resolved is through Jesus. The only way.

And that is the foundation upon which I stand. It is there that I hold fast.

In closing, I return to one of the gifts God has given me through his Word and that comes from the Book of Ephesians Chapter 6, verses 10-17

“Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes. For our struggle is not against the flesh and blood, but against the rulers, the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. Therefore, put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God.”

This is the space in which I live now. Leading my life as best I can with what God has provided me, my wife, family and dear friends. I ask for wisdom and strength to meet the challenges ahead and that God uses me to, as Charlie would say, make heaven crowded.

Amen.

Forever (Holy)

Like maybe 100 million others … perhaps more by now … I tuned in to the Charlie Kirk Memorial on Sunday. To say that it was moving is a vast understatement. Just the day before, I was struggling with the enormity of his loss. And, while I still struggle and grieve, something clicked inside of me by the conclusion.

I was overwhelmed by Hope.

Not just with but by. (There is a distinction.)

Overwhelmed to the point of tears.

For any of you who might be reading this, you probably know something about my abrupt and wholesale transformation just over twenty years ago. Perhaps some of you have read my thematic autobiography that chronicles everything up to and following that unique moment.

For whatever reason, God has given me glimpses into his realm, via the audible, the visual, the head and heart. Given all of this, I can’t help but commit to Holy Forever.

Which is the close to the title of one of the worship songs, the entirety of which covered about two hours before the speakers took over on Sunday. And, listening to it again, last night, I was drawn to write on a piece of the song because it resonated so beautifully in my experience.

Now, rewind the tape of my life some fifty-eight years. I was thirteen at the time (I recounted this in great detail in my book), when the earth first shifted for me.

Growing up in a home without any religion to speak of … no prayers … no talk about God … no church … just a lot of mind and intellectualization … I was wholly unprepared for a watershed moment to arrive unbidden while in the seventh grade. By that point, I was a fairly accomplished young violinist, ensconced in my junior high school orchestra, serving as a third chair first violinist, when my teacher suggested I might be able to transfer my instrumental music skills to the voice. So, shortly thereafter, I found myself standing on the risers with other students who participated after school in the junior high school choir. 

I have related what happened hundreds of times, I suspect.

But to cut to the chase, while scratching out my voice, while sight-reading the score, I was no longer there.

I was, instead, suspended in a vast space, dark, but punctuated with millions of points of light, all surrounding me. And from each point of light, there was sound. It was singing. No discernible lyrics but pure transcendent sound.

I was surrounded by unimaginable beauty and realized my voice had joined theirs. And, yes, it actually happened.

I had no context for this except thinking these were probably angels, something I’d never thought much about except to see them on Christmas cards or on top of Christmas trees.

But that only came from later reflection because the sound permeated every fiber of my being. The only way to truly describe it was that I was the sound … I belonged there and was filled with joy, never having heard or experienced anything close to it before.

I only told one person at the time, my mother (who was not particularly loving but very particularly judgmental), of what happened. After I “returned” to the risers and raced home from school because I was bursting with the news, I burst through the front door and cried, “Mother, I just sang with all of the angels!” To which she immediately replied, “Don’t be ridiculous.”

I didn’t sing again for thirty-eight more years.

But I never let the memory fade because it was overwhelmingly powerful … completely out of place but achingly authentic. I knew there was an Other.

Fast forward to Sunday and the song that shares the title with this post.

Holy Forever.

I will provide a link to the song at the end of this post but here are the lyrics:

A thousand generations falling down in worship
To sing the song of ages to the Lamb
And all who’ve gone before us and all who will believe
Will sing the song of ages to the Lamb

Your name is the highest
Your name is the greatest
Your name stands above them all
All thrones and dominions
All powers and positions
Your name stands above them all

And the angels cry holy
All creation cries holy
You are lifted high, holy
Holy forever

If you’ve been forgiven and if you’ve been redeemed
Sing the song forever to the Lamb
If you walk in freedom and if you bear His name
Sing the song forever to the Lamb
We’ll sing the song forever and amen

And the angels cry holy
All creation cries holy
You are lifted high, holy
Holy forever

Hear Your people sing holy
To the King of kings, holy
You will always be holy
Holy forever

Your name is the highest
Your name is the greatest
Your name stands above them all
All thrones and dominions
All powers and positions
Your name stands above them all

Jesus
Your name is the highest
Your name is the greatest
Your name stands above them all (oh, stands above)
All thrones and dominions
All powers and positions
Your name stands above them all

And the angels cry holy
All creation cries holy
You are lifted high, holy
Holy forever (we cry holy, holy, holy)

Hear Your people sing (we will sing) holy
To the King of kings (holy), holy (holy is the Lord)
You will always be holy
Holy forever

You will always be holy
Holy forever

Yes, the lyrics speak volumes but it’s the music that cuts straight to the heart. And to my first direct interaction with the Holy forty-eight years ago.

And the Angels cry Holy. All creation cries Holy. You are lifted high, holy, holy forever.

And cry Holy along with all creation. And I will keep crying it forever.

Because that’s where God and mankind are designed to meet and interact. To interact with something called Holy.

To risk a play on words … Holy is wholly Perfect, wholly Beautiful, wholly Loving, wholly magnificent, wholly Powerful, wholly Good, wholly Just, wholly forgiving, wholly overflowing with Grace.

And Jesus is at that exact point of connection, something I dismissed as mythological for decades, even though I “knew” there was something just on the other side of the veil. Something beyond human comprehension. Something where Love and Beauty reigned. Something with what and whom I could connect and in a place where I belonged.

Yes, I unabashedly and unapologetically claim that Jesus is the Lord. His name is the highest, his name is the greatest, his name stands above them all. To which the angels and those of us who have awoken to the perfect reality of who he is and why he came, cry Holy, Holy, Holy.

He is my Lord. He is Diane’s Lord. He is the Lord of hundreds of people I know and of countless millions across our country and around the globe. And, yes, the concept of Lordship will probably seem anachronistic to “enlightened” moderns many of whom are largely atheists or agnostics who call themselves “spiritual” but not religious. It implies hierarchy and that doesn’t quite mesh with this vague claim that we are all “equal.”

Sure, in the sense we are all children of God, who views each of us as deserving of limitless love, we are equal. But we are not equal with God. He is wholly Other. The author of our creation, the author of our salvation.

To which, for those of us who really, really believe this, we are left with nothing other than to cry Holy, Holy, Holy, invited into an eternity of beauty and joy. An eternity in resurrected bodies, to live in the full renewal of all of creation.

So, while I did not hear words when I sang with angels, perhaps it was because I would not understand them at that time. But I did know music and I did know that I could make beautiful music come from a wooden instrument.

The millions and I could just as clearly have been singing Holy, Holy, Holy.

Amen.

For some reason, WordPress and YouTube are not allowing me to embed the link. All you have to do in YouTube is search for

Kari Jobe Forever Live

It’s a recording from 11 years ago with 80 million views.

Or you can find it on Spotify easily.

There are other renditions by other artists on YouTube and Spotify. But I’m choosing to link this one because it was the one that touched me on Sunday and, again, last night.

I urge you to listen.

Blessings,

Brad

Love and Wrath: Two Sides of the Same Coin

A dichotomy is a concept normally used to describe two things that are related but opposite.

A paradox is something akin to two concepts that seem to be self-contradictory but true.

I’m not sure if I am living within these spaces right now but if sure feels like it.

My heart loves deeply but, simultaneously, I feel deep anger. What does that say? What do these emotions say about my commitment to follow Jesus?

There is this misconception in our modern comprehension of Jesus that presents him as soft. As merely the Lamb of God. The airbrushed depictions of him (light colored hair, with sheep and children at his feet), depicts him as some kind of gentle soul.

Which, of course, he is.

But that hardly presents the whole picture. Jesus is also the Lion of Judah.

In fact, he is God. God made man. Emmanuel. God with us.

And God, the omniscient, omnipresent, all powerful being in whose image we are created, cannot be airbrushed.

After all, while he is Love Itself, he is also Truth and Justice Itself. And this is something that moderns just don’t understand. 

He is a God of Wrath.

This past seven days have been the most tumultuous for our country since the awful attack in 2001. But this is different by an order of magnitude. Following 9/11, it seems our entire nation was unified, even for a relatively short period of time. Not so now. We are clearly a divided people, large swaths of which hold diametrically opposing visions of who and what we should be.

I fundamentally believe that we are in a clash of civilizations, although those on the other side from my own have a different concept of what “civilization” even means. You can’t be nihilists (those who reject all religious and moral principles who also believe that life is meaningless) and civilized at the same time. Not all of those on the opposite side from where I stand are nihilists, but they do reject many of the historical religious and moral principles that have shaped our world for the past half millennia and even before.

All of this brings me to this point. How do I live my life as a committed follower of Jesus who teaches us to embody the fundamental character of God while we live in a broken and fallen world? 

If we truly believe that God is equally loving and just … then there is nothing wrong with feeling anger towards evil and injustice. We are taught to hold these two seemingly opposite thoughts and feelings in balance.

Not an easy thing to do.

God hates evil. That’s a fact. He knows it destroys his creation … that Evil acts diametrically opposed to his Will.

Evil is “grooming” children by telling them it’s just fine if they want to mutilate themselves because they think and feel that they were born into the wrong body.

Evil says unborn human beings are just clumps of cells and tissue with no intrinsic value.

Evil says that those who prey on the weak in our society through acts of violence are just “misguided” and are merely “misunderstood.” They are the true victims and don’t deserve justice and punishment. That their victims are actually oppressors and “deserve” what they get.

Evil says it’s ok to celebrate the brazen and public murder of a kind and loving husband and father who just asked questions about principles and sought civil discussion. Evil makes up lies about things he said because it is afraid of the truth. Evil laughs at such a life because it has no other defense.

Those that follow such evil are like water descending in a sink, circling the drain. There is nothing left but the darkness of the hole they have dug for themselves.

That is the ultimate reality. The nature of Evil is to deceive. To lie. To draw our focus away from Truth itself, our Creator, in whose image we are made, even as we are free to choose its opposite. 

I know this with every fiber of my being, although it took five decades to get there and it’s only been two decades since. I always knew that evil was an actual thing, but I could never point to its origin. It all makes sense now.

Wrath can be defined as extreme anger. How could God not “feel” extreme anger at the force that sets out to destroy the beauty of his creation?

Yes, there is a supernatural battle going on that is far greater and in more vivid detail than we can possibly see. I shared this perspective this morning in a group prayer setting: The Enemy sees us as pawns to play in its demonic battle against Good. However, God sees us as his sons and daughters, adopted into the family business of restoring that broken creation. We are kings and queens on that cosmic chess board, make no mistake. He has, via love and grace, adorned us with the royal robe of righteousness and put on our fingers the signet rings that demonstrate we will inherit his Kingdom. (Luke 15:22). 

Surely, there has been rejoicing in heaven that we can only imagine, now that Charlie is welcomed there in glory. Yes, a life was snuffed out by evil. But let the Enemy learn that, from such unspeakable event, the army of God has only been strengthened.

Save me a place at the banquet table, Charlie, for that time I can meet you face to face and say thank you.

Lord, please give me the strength and wisdom to carry out your Will. Please guard my heart that is really angry right now … so that it does not turn hard and into contempt, for that is not loving. I know that anger is completely justified when its object is evil. You have called me to be your son but, also, a member of your army. Help me to find my role in all of that when the pathway can seem cloudy. Let your truth break into me with the help of the Holy Spirit. Let me never forget that you are equally Love and Justice and that both will prevail. Nothing, absolutely nothing, can stand against that. And nothing can separate me from you. Thank you, Jesus. Amen.

Attached: An AI depiction of the Great Battle. Archangel vs. the Demonic. This is real.

The Power of Today’s Call

I have posted hundreds of reflections on this site since the beginning in 2016. I have never spoken through the lens of politics. I have only endeavored to speak the truth as I see it.

These past few days have been very hard for me as they’ve been for many tens of millions of others, both in America and around the world.

They killed someone who is a better man than I.

Yes, I use “they” even though it was a single person who carried out a vile and evil act. But that assassin did so because he was influenced by thousands of voices who compare people like Charlie or Trump to Hitler.

It’s a classic philosophical challenge: “If you were transported back in time to the 1920s and came across Adolph Hitler, after he wrote Mein Kampf but before he gained his total control of Germany and proceeded to kill millions of people, would you shoot him?”

This is the voice that is being taught in our schools and universities and then reverberates throughout mainstream and social media. The result is the attempt to galvanize a mass armada of young people to see conservative opposition as evil and it therefore becomes their duty to engage in violence of some form.

Be it silencing their voices on college campuses or, even, threatening and assaulting them on those campuses and out in public. 

It is insane.

Whatever one thinks of Donald Trump (as flawed an individual he might be … and I know many self-proclaimed conservatives that cringe at some of the things he has done), he is not Hitler.

Nor is and was Charlie Kirk. People who say this are plain stupid and ignorant. They have no way to think independently … to examine history and the many forces that have shaped it.

Their stated goal is to tear down the values that have shaped western civilization and brought prosperity to billions. Values like freedom of speech (please read about what is happening in the UK). Values like stable families are the bedrock of successful communities. Values that see everyone as individuals with inalienable rights that come from God. Values that protect religious liberties and freedom to worship in whatever faith you choose. Values that elevate the practice of reasoned debate, unencumbered by fear.

Values that are enshrined in the United States Constitution, the best foundation of laws and society ever fashioned. 

Yes, these values do not guarantee perfection. After all, we are humans and are driven by internal voices to act in ways antithetical to these core values. Yes, the history of the last five hundred years of the evolution of western civilization has been marked with serious flaws and internecine strife and wars. But it was never the fact that it was Christians who slaughtered hundreds of millions.

It was the atheists and nihilists like Hitler, Stalin, Mao, Pol Pot and the like. If God is not real, then anything is possible and their idea of good is the mass eradication of large swaths of humanity.

Christians just don’t think this way.

It was Christians who ended slavery, a practice ubiquitous around the globe. Slavery was the norm in pre-Christian empires, and in the centuries that followed … in Africa and in the tribes of American Indians, throughout the Middle East … and it still prospers today in the absence of Christian influence. It remains big business, even in the United States, as vulnerable women are routinely “trafficked” in the sex trades.

We are in the clash of civilizations and ideals. And Charlie lived his life at the epicenter.

Charlie was and is a better man than I.

Which brings me to this.

I have watched and listened to thousands of speeches since my “awakening” to the world of politics in my early teens and since then. Some of them have been great. Some historical whose words still ring in our memory.

But I have never … I repeat never … heard a speech as the one that Erika Kirk gave yesterday.

I have only to surmise that she was propped up by God and given the strength and wisdom to speak to the world.

I have said that I have been called to be bold, especially in ways I could not have imagined since I was “awoken” again twenty years ago by hearing the audible voice of God.

Since then, I understand fully that I am an eternal being who is called to be part of a vast family seeking to do his will … something I sadly fail at much more that I wish. Charlie’s and Erika’s clarion call is for me to seek God’s strength to love and speak the truth is an antidote to the grief and anger I have … to a little voice that wants me to surrender into the darkness and lose hope for humanity.

Our battle is not political. It is spiritual as I’ve previously said. We are asked to choose a side in this spiritual battle.

Such is the legacy of Charlie’s life and Erika’s future. 

If you have not yet seen her speech, please do so. You can find it everywhere.

Lord, give us strength. Help us as we seek to move forward. Not out of vengeance but out of truth. To follow the Incarnate, the One who is our pathway to the light.

Amen.

Good vs. Evil and Martyrdom

What a difference a day can make. At this time yesterday, my heart was pretty light, although the last week has been difficult due to some significant challenges facing people I deeply care for. I’d just posted a couple of reflections on compassion and empathy, purpose and mission. I was planning a camping trip up into Idaho next spring.

Not today.

Today, I am angry, grieving, raw.

Twenty-four years ago, today, a number of fanatical Islamic jihadists (Warriors for Allah) attacked our country, our way of life, our fundamental values. They were considered martyrs, dying for a cause they felt as just.

Yesterday, a man whom I admire deeply for his commitment to those fundamental values was assassinated and I am not a little bereft.

Yes, my faith and trust in God is as firm as ever. I have no doubts in that regard. However, I’m struggling to comprehend what is happening in our country and around the world.

Charlie Kirk had the audacity to publicly state his bedrock values … including the importance of free speech and open debate. He decried the insipid movement to tear down the key principles on which our country was founded and for which countless Americans have given their lives to protect. He was a kind and loving man, a devoted husband and father, a humble and faithful friend who seemingly had time to connect with thousands. He did not apologize for his core beliefs, including his overtly Christian views.

He saw our society at a crossroads. He saw and called out organized attacks against family, free speech, and the Judeo-Christian beliefs that led to concepts like liberty, freedom, and common-sense truths.

For this, he was martyred.

And, just as the organization he built is named Turning Point, I think this is a turning point. A watershed moment. A defining moment.

Others may disagree but I see this as a battle of good and evil. Build up or tear down.

Evil says it’s ok for adults to countenance the mutilation of children and even give those children permission to permanently damage themselves so as to march lock step with a brutal and insane ideology. And some of those children are not even old enough to drive a car. Evil says it’s ok to light cities on fire, burn down businesses, attack people at random and espouse philosophies of nihilism and communism, both of which have led to the deaths of hundreds of millions. Evil says it’s ok for ideologies that espouse genital mutilation of young girls and the subjugation of women to bloom and grow in our midst. Evil says it’s ok to silence the voices of high school and college students who have the audacity to disagree with the tyrannical authorities in many of our schools and universities.

All martyrdom is not equal. The Islamic fundamentalists adhere to a core belief that it is their duty to subjugate all humans and to kill those who resist. Theirs is a holy war to push back civilization to the dark ages, before the welling up of concepts such as freedom and individual liberty.

All martyrdom is not equal.

Nathan Hale had one regret … that he had but one life to give for his country. And, it wasn’t just a country, it was an idea that all men and women are created equal in the eyes of God, that we have a right to live free. Patrick Henry famously stated, “Give me liberty or give me death.”

John the Baptist. Jesus. Stephen, the first Christan martyr. Many thousands of early Christians crucified, fed to the lions. Deitrich Bonhoeffer, who famously wrote Cost of Discipleship.

Charlie Kirk, Christian martyr. A good man who gave his life to defend the principles that unapologetically made this country great.

I am not afraid of dying. I know that we humans can be seen as bit players in the vast conflict between supernatural good and evil, while each of us is completely invaluable in the eyes of God. Jesus not only preached peace but he also preached war. In this war, we are called to put on metaphorical armor as the apostle Paul declares in his letter to the church in Ephesus.

Right now, I am hurting for Charlie’s family and for his large circle of friends and the millions of young people who he has energized in this battle between good and evil. Eventually, my anger and grief may diminish but it will take time. I am not complacent nor fatalistic. 

I was on the phone last evening with a close friend and a remarkable educator who is also one of the strongest Christians I know. He is facing an extremely tough challenge right now and shared with me that he is continuing to pray Psalm 27 as he has it memorized.

I slept little last night but when I got up well before dawn, I committed to opening my bible to that psalm as I knew its basis. When I picked up my phone to read the daily scripture, as I do first thing, out of thousands of possibilities, I stared at a verse from Psalm 27.

You can’t make this up.

As David wrote three thousand years ago:

The Lord is my light and my salvation – whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life – of whom shall I be afraid? One thing I ask from the Lord, this only do I seek: that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life and to gaze upon the beauty of the Lord. I remain confident of this: I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord.”

Charlie arrived in heaven yesterday and there was a mighty banquet and celebration in that other reality. He died as he lived. Engaged. Kind. Purposeful. Loving.

May we honor his legacy by carrying on his mission.

See you on the other side, brother.

Purpose and Mission

Sometimes, I just have to start laughing at the absurdity of it all.

While I grew up from early teen years with the sense of finding purpose and meaning in my life … something that many of my age-group peers were not particularly interested in considering … the target remained allusive.

In other words, the voice in my head was persistent in the background that I was destined to some kind of journey of discovery. (This was the basis of my thematic autobiography, written three years ago.) But I constantly ran into kinds of roadblocks when what I thought was the target of this compulsion proved ephemeral.

I have written extensively on purpose and meaning … the corner stones of all human endeavors. Even people who do not reflect on these things do, in fact, live by them. For me and for many whom I know well, these concepts are fundamental and openly considered and discussed.

But what’s the point?

For purpose and meaning without action are mere philosophy.

One can gaze at one’s navel or try to unwrap the Zen koan of one hand clapping or meditate upon a candle with the mere objective of losing oneself in the great and vast universe. But, to what end?

My commitment to The Search clouded my perspective and confused the voices in my head. I did understand that I was called to service in the cause of improving the lives of children. And that service was built around a belief that good intentions by conscientious adults could make a lasting impression on soon-to-be adults.

I know many such adults who do not share my core beliefs as they’ve evolved over the last two decades who are wonderful examples of what I just described.

But something has changed and that is with respect to the fundamental target.

The laughing part is that, now, I believe I am a missionary.

At one level, this is not a surprise. I was on mission in a sense for all of those years when I taught in the classroom and led large educational institutions. (I’ve reflected more than a few times that I became the principal of a high school named Mission Hills.)

But the mission has shifted just as the target has shifted. Not by much but just enough. There is now a North Star that beckons like a tractor beam. Navigation is much clearer.

I don’t just have purpose and meaning in my life. I have, in addition, a “mission statement,” a constitution of sorts, a vision of how to live out purpose and meaning. The long march through searching has changed from shifting sands to a foundation of solid rock. 

In a loose sense, the job of a missionary is to be on constant mission. And, while non-Christians and even Christians may picture a missionary as someone engaged in the jungles of Borneo or in the hot and arid lands of Africa, seeking to convert lost souls, this isn’t the whole story.

As one who firmly believes the overarching Christian narrative to be completely true (the evidence of which I have repeatedly presented on this site), my “job” as a committed follower of the risen Lord, Jesus, is to partner with him to help restore a broken creation.

Many Christians will recognize one of my titles: The adopted son of the King. That means I’ve been admitted by grace into God’s family, and I get to participate in the family business.

That business is the basis of my mission and as one who should be on mission (living out purpose) each day, that makes me a missionary.

So, what does that even look like? Especially when I do not feel the call to travel overseas for lengths of time to seek out lost souls.

(For purpose of clarification, I have absolutely no problem with claiming that there are many billions of humans who possess lost souls. In fact, that’s the main reason Jesus arrived on the scene two millennia ago. Such a concept can be considered antagonistic in a society that defines freedom in terms of relative truth. How dare you say that I can be or will be “lost” for all of eternity? And, while this may not be my own overt form of dialogue with those who do not share my beliefs, it’s still a motivating factor, make no mistake. Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me! I once was lost and now am found, was blind but now I see.)

My mission is a product of God’s primary character: He is fully both Truth and Love. As a consequence, I need to boldly speak the truth and to act out of love.

These require risk as opposed to complacency. It is not for me to park myself on the sidelines. As this pathway has become clearer, I find myself reaching out to strangers in all sorts of places, seeking to find common ground and to let them know I “see” them. Affirm those who are typically invisible to most people, those who work in mundane jobs where they perform tasks for the general public and who receive very little authentic appreciation.

Also, many years ago, I realized I had been given several “spiritual gifts,” which are kind of like supernaturally charged innate skills. These are expressed as abilities that blossom out of deep places and are expressed through relationships with others. Two of mine are teaching and leadership, activities that I’m engaged in almost all of the time. I also relish the deep conversations with fellow believers as we walk hand-in-hand on a pilgrimage into eternity.

So, I pray nearly every day that God shows me someone whose life I can bless, especially those new to me. I also pray that God grants me the eyes to see others as he sees them, the heart to feel towards them as he does and the hands and feet to carry out his will, that they may flourish and live fully in the reality of his reign and rule.

All easier said than done. I always fall well short. However, at times I am stunned by his provision as opportunities abound that I would easily have missed a while back. 

So, whether based at home in San Diego … whether within a community of believers or out and about in all the grand diversity of humanity … whether while traveling through campgrounds or on ships of hundreds or thousands crossing vast oceans … I seek to be a missionary in God’s army … living boldly, speaking clearly, seeking redemption and renewal in the hearts and minds of others as I have received in ways beyond compare. May they all experience the love of Christ as something almost unimaginable in its boundless power and have eyes anew to see all of reality as it was originally intended.

For it is glorious.

For those of you reading this, I ask for your prayers that I can continue on mission, as a missionary helping to carry out God’s will. Thank you.

Blessings,

Brad

Compassion and Empathy

Apparently, there are 31,102 verses in 66 books that comprise the entire Bible, both Old and New Testaments.

The shortest verse has only two words and will serve as a basis for this reflection.

Jesus Wept.

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I’ve had many conversations with respect to the theme in this title. My motivation today to write about compassion and empathy probably comes from several interactions over the last several days but it’s certainly a recurring one, so here goes.

There are way too many people in our culture who are, principally, self-centered. I say, principally, because all of us are self-centered to some degree. We seek what we want and that pursuit defines so much in our lives.

However, in this era of moral relativism, where the catch phrase, “my truth,” predominates, the laser focus is to elevate “my” needs considerably above the needs of others. Who is to say what truth or beauty or goodness actually are? The explosion of social media seems to have spread this contagion deeply into the consciousness of vast swaths of our society. Look at me! See how important and significant I am! Narcissism (pathologic elevation of self over anything and anyone else) abounds.

Is there an antidote?

Fortunately, there are so many people whose lives are ordered differently. I meet them everywhere.

When I interact with individuals for the first time, I frequently ask them what they like about their jobs. As most of these people are in some kind of “serving” profession, be they servers of food and drink or caregivers in doctors’ offices, clinics and hospitals, or crew on a cruise ship, or teachers and coaches at my former school, they invariably say some form of “it’s the people.”

To them, yes, they know they are held accountable for doing their job, performing well, but there is something about the relationships they develop, whether for the briefest or the longest spans of time, that feed them as they feed others.

Which brings me to this theme.

The concepts of compassion and empathy are closely related but not identical. In practical terms, I define them as follows:

Compassion is recognizing the brokenness in another and become willing to assist them in some way to relieve the pain. Compassion comes from an innate “caring” head and heart. But it goes beyond that thought or feeling and compels one to act. It involves an overt act of will.

Empathy is a bit different. To me, empathy is not just recognizing the brokenness in another but actually “feeling” that pain. To empathize is to share that pain in some measure. I “feel” the grief of another. I sob alongside the other person because I can’t help it. It’s not that I feel sorry for them (maybe closer to compassion) but it’s as if the event is actually happening to me.

Many people are compassionate by nature (fortunately!) but not all are what we can call “empaths.” 

When God took the scales from my eyes in the fraction of a moment on the evening of March 26, 2005, he then told and showed me that I had always belonged to him, even from the womb. That he was beside me through every event in my life. It is hard to describe everything that happened in the course of seconds or a few minutes but the veil between this world and his world was lifted and I could actually “see” the course of my life and know who he is and who I am in relation to him.

With this profound knowledge and in the months and years since then, I’ve been able to dissect many elements of my character and the values that form my life. 

Perhaps because I have faced suffering (many lifelong health challenges that would have killed me had I been born fifty years earlier) and I was raised with the lesson that I should always look out for those who could not help themselves, it seems I’ve lived with some semblance of compassion throughout my memory. This was not always the case, and I regret so much of my past behavior, but (and I see it now as God’s providence) there seems to have been an undercurrent going way back.

For some reason, and I can’t pinpoint a time when this became evident, I found myself responding to the pain or grief in someone else as if its source came from inside of me. There are moments when I choke up as another chokes up. As a high school principal, I was around a lot of suffering … from multiple suicides cascading across one of my campuses to the victims of extreme violence or other forms of suffering, it was a challenge to lead through those feelings as I was looked to for support and guidance. I imagine it’s similarly hard for some in the helping professions who are empaths … caregivers, therapists, teachers … and some kinds of boundaries or conscious separation has to occur to maintain sanity.

I don’t have the room here to recount everything about the most extreme experience of this in my life … I included it in my autobiography … suffice to say that I asked that the massive grief of a dear friend who had just lost his twenty-something daughter to anorexia and who stepped to the podium at the service in order to speak … that I could take his pain upon me so as to allow him to talk. And I was struck physically so hard  and deeply in an instant that I was rocked in my seat and felt I couldn’t breathe. My friend spoke with strength and compassion.

Back to Jesus.

Like most people who have surrendered some or all of their lives to Jesus … Christians … we can see vivid examples of how God’s character manifests. Throughout his three-year public ministry, time after time, Jesus demonstrated his deep compassion for brokenness all around him. It was an element of his unconditional love. He was gentle in spirit and sought to lift others out of misery, persecution, grave illness, and other debilitating forces in their lives.

There are, of course, moments between his emergence on the scene and his final climactic challenge while hanging on the cross and in the immediate hours before his crucifixion, that Jesus was tapped out … his cry and suffering as he took on the weight of all of humanity actually ended up shaking the ground and upending all reality.

The shortest verse in the Bible is the account of his grief at the death of a dear friend as his own grief was melded with the grief of the family who were some of his closest followers.

Of course, moments later, we learn of perhaps his greatest miracle: Bringing a man back to life after being dead for four days. Immediately producing great rejoicing.

So, in our own weeping, we can have confidence that the Lord of all understands and like the real-life account, weeping will turn to joy and celebration.

Compassion and empathy. Two forms of love where we put the needs of others before our own. Where we willfully act to help relieve suffering because we can’t help it. Our heads and hearts compel us. And, for some, we have an opportunity to live into the experience of others through, possibly, a supernatural linkage whereby we share common humanity. 

Thank you, Jesus.

Existential Crises

As a point of reference, I began to write on this theme in late 2019 and for reasons that will eventually be obvious, I stopped. However, I’ve never ceased to be interested in it and now feel some compulsion to revise and complete it. Granted, it’s a bit long, which may be challenging for some readers. In these days of 800-word articles and columns and even far shorter “sound bites,” we risk becoming inoculated to measured and deep dives into content, absent purchasing full books. I spend a good part of my unallocated time exploring a wide range of topics … sort of like free ranging 150 years ago in the Old West. No barbed wire to limit my exploration. As a result, when my interest is piqued, I can follow links through the increasingly vast reservoir of human knowledge and opinion, with my objective of just understanding what is true and important. This extended reflection is kind of like a poor substitute for an impressionist painting: Multitude of dots when viewed up close but a clear and vibrant picture when taken as a whole. I make no claim to a monopoly of wisdom and readers may well disagree with my premises. In fact, my intent is that what follows is recognized for objectivity where warranted and that the subsequent analyses are useful for generating healthy thought and dialogue.

Fundamentally, I have two related objectives. The first is to briefly summarize what I see as five different forces that are regularly viewed as threatening the survival of our civilizations and, potentially, our human species. The second objective will be to offer two distinct and conflicting “lenses” through which we, as individuals, view the ultimate impact of these perceived crises on our lives and futures. 

Finally, a quick cautionary note. The way this will be formatted on my website can easily lead one to jump to the conclusion first. I think this will distort the implications of the piece and so, if at all possible, I ask you to follow the line of thinking as the piece unfolds so that the concluding portion is understood in context. Thank you.

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The first time I encountered what could be called a “threat to my existence” was as an eight-year-old in October 1962. Well, the “my” would really have been an “our” as I understood that this threat was far greater than a personal one. I was given to understand by my second-grade teacher, Mrs. Lowe, that my classmates and I needed to practice a new thing called “duck and cover” when, upon her command, we all needed to crawl under our desks, knees up and heads protected.

I was savvy enough at that young age to be aware of something called nuclear bombs and missiles, that our principal adversary, Russia, had hundreds or thousands of them (as did we Americans) and that it was within the realm of possibility that those Russian weapons could very well descend upon Palo Alto, California. In fact, I have a distinct memory of walking to Ohlones Elementary School, just several blocks from our home on Ely Street, gazing up at the sky and wondering what bombs would look like if they were to fall down upon us. Heady and emotional stuff for a young kid.

And it wasn’t just a thing for a child. The Jenkins family around the corner decided to excavate their front yard in our modest neighborhood in order to build and fortify a bunker or “bomb shelter” that would withstand nuclear war. When I checked with my friend, the daughter, twelve years ago at a high school reunion, I found out her parents were still alive, and they still had the bomb shelter ready. Of course, we see this play out everywhere today: Survivalists, preppers, massive shelters for the uber rich and so forth. What are the rest of us to do?

Some two decades later, I taught the history of that seminal event in October 1962 in great detail to my high school students. It was illuminating for many reasons.

So, from the early 1960s, through the 1980s, this phenomenon gripped the world as a concept called “Mutually Assured Destruction” or MAD and was broadly believed to be the single greatest threat to our species. As a result, it created a kind of undercurrent of terror in large swaths of our population (although mostly as deep background noise and not the kind of terror that gripped us in our daily lives).

In summary, I have spent the last sixty years dealing with a thing we can call “existential crises.”

After leaving childhood behind, I became highly trained in several academic disciplines, namely History, Theology/Philosophy and Educational Leadership. Along the way, I acquired a decent understanding of Economics, Political Science, Psychology, and some of the hard sciences. For some who know me, I’d be described as a thinker or ponderer, continually trying to access information and then package it in a way that provides context and meaning.

Which brings me to the point of this reflection.

While the term “existential crisis” was not around in my youth and maybe not even around into my early adulthood, today it is ubiquitous, meaning it seems to be everywhere all the time. We are asked to choose which thing or things we most fear, not just for ourselves but for our country or, even, species.

With the explosion of instant-access media from every corner, we are inundated with voices that seek to capture our attention and, to be blunt, our deepest emotional response. Fundamentally, fear sells.

So, from my perspective, here are some of the main focal points where people’s (I’m mostly drawing from the point of view of western civilization … highly educated and generally prosperous) attention is drawn. I give my short evaluation of these, especially as what I see as their real impact on our collective future.

Nuclear Weapons

We will start where I started, Nuclear Proliferation. In the 1960s it was well known that there were five countries in the world who possessed nuclear weapons and, to varying degrees, their amount and ability to deliver them. They were the U.S., the Soviet Union, China, Great Britain and France. The Cold War separated them into Communist and the West. Two “hot” wars had developed by then, Korea and Vietnam, as well as lesser conflicts around the world. These five nations comprised the permanent membership on the United Nation’s Security Council. At some point, surreptitiously, Israel acquired the technology to manufacture these weapons, probably stealing that know-how from the U.S. as did the Soviets in the 1940s. Ultimately, India and Pakistan joined the “nuclear club” as did North Korea. So, there are eight nations that publicly claim the possession of these “doomsday” weapons, one (Israel) which does not make that claim (but everyone knows they have them) and one (Iran) that everyone knows is trying to get them, although they generally dispute that claim.

The world is a very dangerous place, and many authors and movie producers have made a fortune writing novels and making movies about rogue weapons getting into the hands of bad people. So, whether international disputes could trigger a WWIII type of event that would culminate in nuclear exchange or rogue entities smuggle weapons into large cities, it is the stuff of nightmares. There is even a thing called The Doomsday Clock, run by scientists who let us know how close the minute and second hands are to midnight. Defcon 1: Launch.

Demographics and Population Disruptions

Interestingly, a second crisis filtered its way into our consciousness, beginning in the 1960s and it actually has sprouted a third which I will get to.

This next crisis was a result of rapid growth in worldwide population. This phenomenon was perceived by many at the time as ultimately upending civilization, then projected to occur by the 1980s. Those old enough to recall this may be familiar with Stanford biologist Paul Ehrlich, who wrote the bestseller, The Population Bomb. Hence, the title became synonymous with the concept, which was basically the massive explosion of worldwide population would decimate critical resources like food and energy, the consequence of which would be hundreds of millions or even billions of deaths, endless wars over scarce resources, and the ultimate end of civilization. He built his theory, substantially, around the conclusions of the British economist, Thomas Malthus, and his famous fruit fly experiment showing that rapid expansion of a species (fruit flies reproduce at lightning speed within a closed environment like earth) will overwhelm resources and create extinction-level results.

Ehrlich’s conclusions shocked the West and ended up causing tectonic shifts in some quarters. Heck, if the nukes don’t kill us, we will wipe ourselves out by producing too many babies while at the same time feeding our hunger for both basic needs and material wealth. I could go on and on about this, but readers will get the point, and this concept still sits with us, four decades after we were to have met our doom. From environmentalism to utopianism to religious cults to policies drastically limiting the number of allowed births (China), there is still a very strong belief in the West that increasing populations will doom the species absent massive changes to our reproduction and consumption habits. More on this later.

Climate

Tangentially, during the 1960s, a third crisis burst into our collective consciousness, and it was the climate. If nuclear weapons and living as flies in a laboratory box were not bad enough, some predicted we might soon descend into a new Ice Age. Some scientists were concluding that we would face significant cooling as the result of the ending of a centuries-old Warm Period and this cooling would destroy crops and cause widespread disease and death. Historians have long recognized warm epochs as really conducive to human flourishing, while cold epochs put the brakes on.

Over the past half century, this theme has produced a number of iterations, and scientists, doing what scientists do, find new data and draw new conclusions. By the 1990s, the fear meter had jumped to become focused on global “warming,” not cooling. A warming earth, generally perceived to be the product of human production which, as we were told, would shoot gazillions of tons of C02 into the atmosphere, would create a greenhouse effect that will heat up the world, melt the ice caps, and cause cataclysmic results for human civilization. This concept has largely been replaced by a kind of arbitrary catch-all concern or fear over a thing now called “climate change.” In other words, man’s actions affect the climate in all sorts of ways: More and less rainfall, periods of high heat and cold spells, an increase in major weather events like hurricanes/cyclones and tornados, rising sea levels, population migrations and, of course, more wars.

These two crises, that of population and weather and their effect on many aspects of our lives, has captured the attention of huge swaths of mostly western countries and has had a dramatic impact on economic, political, social and philosophical decision-making.

So, now we have nuclear warfare, population and climate pegging our collective fear meters at a pretty high level.

Disease

Enter the year 2020. February to be exact. For Diane and me, it was immediately upon returning from our first transoceanic cruise. A highly dangerous virus had emerged somehow from a place called Wuhan, China and spread quickly to all parts of the globe. Nearly overnight, the lives of nearly every one of our many billions of people came almost or completely to a halt. We suffered through a couple of years of intense reordering of so many aspects of how we went about our daily routines, for a long time not knowing if this was temporary or far more permanent. Was this the end? Of course, the idea of microorganisms getting loose and decimating humanity has been around a long time. The Black Death of the Middle Ages wiped out a third of the population of Europe, all due to rats and fleas carrying a certain bad bacterium. The Spanish Flu immediately followed the end of WWI (which alone killed nearly twenty million soldiers and civilians and was deemed so terrible that war would henceforth be obsolete) and killed upwards of 100 million alone. Add on a thing like bioterrorism or biological warfare and we have plenty to frighten us. Invisible microorganisms shutting our bodies down in horrific fashion and there is little we can do about it. As a personal footnote, I became aware of and concerned about this phenomenon initially when as a ninth grader I read Michael Crichton’s Andromeda Strain, which blossomed into entire story frameworks in following years.

Now we currently are up to four “existential crises” as embraced by more people we can count. But we’re not quite through.

Artificial Intelligence

The evolution of the modern computer originated at the end of WWII, accelerating rapidly in the 1950s with the advent of commercial computers that replaced vacuum tubes with transistors. By the 1960s, we had mainframe computers and in the 1970s we birthed “microprocessors” that led to early personal computers. My hometown of Palo Alto, home to Standford University and nestled in the Santa Clara Valley south of San Francisco, became a hotbed of technological prowess. Guys named Hewlett and Packard and Jobs and Wozniak, etc, tinkered with these emerging technologies and that acted as a magnet for others, including tech geeks and investment capitalists, to pour billions into making these computers able to transform how we live our lives. Eventually, of course, sleepy little Santa Clara Valley became Silicon Valley as silicon became the fundamental building block of tiny chips and processors. As an aside, my first computer was a Commodore 64, costing $250 (without a monitor) in 1983 dollars, with no RAM and two floppy 5 ¼ inch discs, one of which would generate the 64k of memory and the other the program to use the 64k of memory. According to ChatGPT, when prompted to compare this with my current iPhone, containing 128gb of memory, I received the answer in under five seconds. Among other technical specs, my iPhone has 125 million times the memory of that Commodore 64 and is 200 million time faster.

Of course, this evolution, is well within the lifetime of many people. Again, I asked ChatGPT to tell me how many people who were born in or before 1980 (the launch point for mass production of personal computers) are still alive worldwide today. It took less than five seconds to compute (in detail) that figure as about 42% of the world’s population, or 3.5 billion people. That’s a lot of people born into and maturing in this new world who are yoked to personal computing and the vast array of large computing networks.

Which finally brings us to the fifth perceived existential crisis that absorbs our thinking and helps to regulate how we live our lives. And that is, of course, Artificial Intelligence. It’s definitely one of the crises de jour. While on the one hand, it promises to enhance our lives in countless new ways, it also carries the specter of disrupting economies and, should the doomsayers be believed (the jury is out), end our very species.

The first time I became aware of this phenomenon was while watching (again as a ninth grader, I believe) Stanley Kubrick’s masterpiece, A 2001 Space Odyssey. For those raised on Star Wars and its iterations, this movie was mind boggling, both visually and in its storyline. The relevant piece here is when the HAL 9000 (standing for Heuristically programmed Algorithmic computer and the machine/brain behind running this long flight from Earth to Jupiter), had decided it would be more efficient to take control of the spaceship and kill off most of the crew, leaving a lone survivor with whom it/he engaged in a fight to the death.

The Terminator followed fifteen years later and showed how AI evolved into Skynet whereby computers would decide to treat humanity as a kind of virus that needed elimination. The rest is history.

There is this philosophical and scientific concept called The Singularity. Most people know it in relation to the impact of artificial intelligence on humanity. When I put it to AI to briefly define, it came up with this:

“A hypothetical future point when artificial intelligence (AI) surpasses human intelligence in a way that causes irreversible and unpredictable changes to civilization. It’s often discussed in the context of technological growth accelerating beyond human control or comprehension.”

Or, as some suggest, if the byproducts of AI are basically intertwined with our biology (microchips of some sort with physical bodies), then will we evolve into something more or different than what we understand the concept of humanity to be? Will we become transspecies? Part machine, part flesh and blood?

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Summary to this Point

There are, of course, other issues that fall into this general category but may have fewer numbers of people invested in them. Certainly, the various environment-related concerns like pollution, how we cultivate and process food stuffs and our resulting biases regarding the kinds of food we ingest, migration and immigration, and the role of government in the lives of individuals through various philosophies: totalitarianism (fascism/socialism/communism/i.e., massive state control) vs libertarianism (minimal state control) vs. democratic-republicanism (the underpinning of much of “western” political thinking), guns, abortion, speech rights, issues regarding sex and gender and so forth. 

If you, the reader, has made it this far, I have tried to share what I see as five of the main issues that we in the educated population (at least) have embraced as anxieties and fears regarding our collective futures. These are threats, whether real or perceived or a combination of the two, that act as either in the forefront of our daily consciousness or as a kind of background hum, ebbing and flowing into or out of our awareness.

Of course, I have my take on the relevancy of each as a threat that would warrant some kind of crisis. In fact, I can kind of prioritize them in terms of what I perceive as a rank in probability. But that’s just a head game. The real impact of one or more of these having some measurable effect upon our thoughts and emotions is difficult to ascertain. But at least in the U.S. it is indisputable that rates of anxiety and depression (especially among youth) are skyrocketing.

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Before I bring this to a conclusion that may surprise some but not others who know me well, I’ll briefly comment on what I’ve just covered.

Ironically, the study of demographics which means thinking about population in terms of movement and composition (age, sex, ethnicity, race, raw numbers and so forth) has created an entirely new paradigm and set of conclusions that many find disorienting given the thinking that prevailed in many quarters for so long.

And that is that, in the west at least and in highly populous countries like China and Russia, we are facing what is being called a population “cliff,” the complete opposite of the “bomb” we were taught fifty years ago. And, this is not just a feature of extremely large countries. All of Europe and the rest of industrialized societies are facing this dilemma.

Women are having considerably fewer babies and nations are facing aging populations where people are living longer with fewer workers to support them. (The benchmark for population equilibrium is women need to have 2.1 babies as an average across the society.) Not only are we not facing accelerating population growth, but we aren’t even facing zero population growth (ZPG). Instead, we are facing massive challenges due to negative population growth (NPG).

Yes, the world’s population is still growing but it is leveling off and we will reach a tipping point, which should arrive much sooner in the northern hemisphere and in developed (wealthy) societies, while southern hemisphere populations will continue to increase in population. This will have all sorts of dramatic impacts, and I read studies virtually every week as some will suggest that demographics is the greatest threat to upend civilization in the remainder of this century.

One example I just came across is South Korea, which has advanced rapidly in technology and material wealth, and now has a birthrate of .72. (Just 1/3 of what is needed to maintain the society’s stability.) Unless something dramatic happens (and they have been trying through all sorts of subsidies and incentives), South Korea is projected to lose 85% of its population by the end of this century. Seoul, which is now home to 10 million people, may have 10 thousand by 2100. The U.S. currently has a birthrate of 1.6. Germany’s is 1.35. You can see where this is going. Without more young people than old people, the foundation of civilization decays rapidly.

In a related way, I have long declined to buy into the perceived threat that the impact of human industry will threaten our species in any substantial way. The earth has constantly lived through cycles when humans have walked on its surface, and these can last hundreds or even thousands of years. Our ability to adapt to “climate change” is remarkable, as is evidenced historically. In my opinion, there is no reason to believe that, in the span of many decades, we cannot do so again. There is no evidence I can find that temperatures, if they are indeed rising (incrementally) and resulting in different weather patterns or a rise in sea levels constitutes an existential threat to our species.

I consulted ChatGPT on this and received a reply that says the most recent decade of sea level increases off the coast of Los Angeles, on average, is 1mm/year, which equates to 10mm a decade or a little over 10cm or 4 inches a century. I consulted another exhaustive study that says that global sea levels rose eight inches between 1901 and 2018. However, that was an average with the eastern Pacific (West Coast) at that lower rate. The Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change (IPCC) published their projections for low/high end levels for 2100 as increases of about 18 inches/2-3 feet. The U.S National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA) predicts low/high levels of increases for 2100 as 1 foot/6 feet with the median being three feet. No studies have shown any marked variation in the frequency of hurricanes hitting North America nor an increase in strength over the last 100 years.

The fact is that CO2 is a vital food and not poisonous, and warm is much better than not-warm for human flourishing. I have researched these related issues for many years and have resourced tons of data, trying to separate fact from hyperbole.

My belief is that fearmongering has resulted in a kind of hysteria that humans are the enemy (some claim we are a virus) and the inanimate earth is the idol that must be protected at all costs. I am a lover of the whole creation and believe we must put in many safeguards to protect it, but we need to put a stop to the extremism that threatens to disrupt entire societies and keep pre-industrial societies in the lower hemisphere in permanent poverty.

So, in my accounting and analysis, with which anyone is free to disagree, the climate issue is relatively insubstantial. Demographics, Nuclear proliferation (including a massive civilian disruption as the result of a possible Electromagnetic Pulse or EMP), a terrorist or nation-sponsored attack on our infrastructure, the arrival of a biologic that has no effective cure or way to mitigate its impact on our bodies and is easily transmittable, and, of course, artificial intelligence are all worth paying attention to if not being consumed by. Hopefully, someone is minding the store while the rest of us go about our lives, as rewarding or challenging they may be.

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An Alternative Perspective

All of this leads to my conclusion, which may be a surprise to some and not to others. And it has to do with the “nature” of existence. This may be heady for some, but I think it’s an absolutely critical point that can help us create context by which we can approach these threats and evaluate how we embrace them. 

I’ll restate that. To me, all of the above concerns, in terms of how we manage them, can be understood via two different lenses. And the lens we choose can help determine the level of fear or anxiety we allow to take hold within us. Neither of these two are Pollyanna (all will turn out well) or avoidance (ostrich head in the sand). I submit that, as humans, we are subject to a full range of emotions that are difficult to control as we face information that has the potential to threaten our way of life or very existence.

And so, I come to the original impetus for addressing this topic back in 2019 that I’m finally tackling

First off, I see zero evidence, given history and every other discipline, that humans will somehow evolve our societies so that there is no real conflict and only peace and prosperity (part of the mythology in the original Star Trek framework). We are therefore saddled with the seeds of disruption that are born from the facts of nature and our human predilections. And, given these assumptions, I turn to the two (and only two) competing “world views” (a term that is often referenced by the German word weltanschauung, which means “world perception”) that we use to frame how we organize our approach to life and its inherent meaning.

As those who have read some of my over 250 blog posts since 2016 will recognize, I’m of a camp that says there are two large and general perspectives on how we got here and what that has to do with how and why we lead our lives. They are diametrically opposed and, to me, the most important set of facts we will ever encounter. Everything we believe and do is dependent upon one or the other. Everything. In a sense, we are left to choose which of two doors to walk through to form a foundation to understand the broad issue of existential crisis.

Door A. Materialism/Naturism/Scientism

This worldview posits that all of creation happened by chance and that there is no “intelligent” force behind it. This view basically says we are composites of elements defined by physics (first), chemistry (second) and biology (third). We are simply the sum of these parts. The known universe happened by chance (now increasingly in disrepute) and life on earth happened by chance (lightening striking a primoradial soup of prebiotic chemicals, zapping the soup into producing DNA/RNA and the first microorganisms which, in several billion years has resulted in me writing these thoughts down on a personal computer). In this context, there is no absolute meaning or truth outside of what is produced by individual humans or societies. With no absolutes (this can get heady), morality becomes confusing with some atheists (Anti-Theists or adherents to no supernatural creative and intelligent being) saying that morality is an evolutionary or human construct. Which of course means it changes with conditions. In this view (and I have written widely on it), we are born, we forage for sustenance, procreate and die, soon forgotten and irrelevant in the whole scheme of things. We just cease to exist, other than as fertilizer and other sources of fuel for what remains. It’s single loudest voice in the last half century may be the astronomer and media personality, Carl Sagan, who famously stated in the opening to his 1980s TV show, “The cosmos is all that is or ever was or ever will be.” In other words, nature (the direct result of only physics, chemistry and biology) is it. There is no external or beyond nature reality. Stardust to stardust. End of report. No afterlife, no source of morality or meaning beyond what we can carve out during our very short habitation on this planet or wherever we fly off to. This has created a discipline called Scientism, in that all solutions to life’s issues can be boiled down to what the hard and soft sciences (the ones I’ve mentioned plus psychology, sociology, political science, economics and so forth) can teach us.

Door B. Beyond Nature

Door B, on the other hand, was the prevailing world view for probably 99% of the world’s population up until maybe four centuries ago. And it still accounts for the overwhelming number of beliefs about ultimate meaning today. And that is, there is a reality beyond the natural world, the eternal cosmos of the Sagan variety. There is a super-natural reality, a distinctly different reality than the one we tend to perceive as modern people. (Pre-modern … meaning almost everyone up until recently, would be aghast at this as nearly everyone believed in some sort of alternative reality.)

With the rise of Scientism which accelerated in the 19th century and throughout the 20th, these beliefs were increasingly viewed as forms of mythology and wishful thinking, the stuff of people who did not have the tools science provided to interpret the surrounding world. Religions developed, in accordance with this view, as a need to fulfill a gap in knowledge, now referred to as God in the Gaps. We humans, therefore, attribute natural phenomenon to a superior force or Being because we just don’t know better. Interestingly, this perspective that has dominated much of academia and, therefore, the thinking of huge swaths of society, is on the decline. It just hasn’t held its own for a variety of reasons, including the data from science itself. (I’d be more than happy to point anyone to a vast array of scientific studies to support this.)

So, Door B is the portal from which we get a worldview that we are not alone in a natural world but somehow related to a reality beyond nature. The division within this large chunk of human thinking is between those who believe in an impersonal “force” and those who believe in a personal being. Loosely speaking, Hinduism and Buddhism (which came from Hinduism) are fundamentally reflective of the former. In fact, they have heavily influenced an offshoot in the West we can loosely call Spiritualism, all of which portray a force that invades our regular reality and to what we can relate. (Taoism falls into this camp as well.) Spiritualism often refers to the “Universe” but, while it has rules so to speak, it is not personal or conscious as we would understand those concepts.

The three dominant world belief systems that actually are framed around a powerful being who created all things and who is available to us, personally, are Judaism and its offshoot Christianity, and Islam. While there are myriad sects or divisions within these big three, they all share the common belief that there is a God who is in control, began the whole thing, knows who each of us is and is available to us for eternity in an “afterlife” once nature runs its course for us in this life.

Obviously, all who know me at all, know that I spent decades trying to search for ultimate meaning while, along the way, engaging in beliefs and practices that included Hinduism and Buddhism. In my autobiography, written in 2022, I charted this course, and I have finally and conclusively settled on the firm belief that (against all odds in my mind) the fundamental Christian narrative is 100% true. I did not arrive at this conclusion easily and it turned out to be the product of probably four decades of struggle. It is the only belief system that rationally fits all the facts, which are supported in my experience.

I respect that others do not think like I do and that’s fine. I’ve had those conversations over countless years and still have them, normally in a very respectful dialogue. I’ve also written somewhere over 1,200 pages in 260+ blog posts and my extended autobiography outlining my rationales.

At which point, anyone who gets this far has the right to ask, “so what?”

What do Doors A and B have to do with a theme of Existential Crisis?

Here is where it gets interesting. The nature of existence itself is in question. What does it actually mean and how does that conclusion affect how we manage the many forces that cause us fear and anxiety? Yes, this now enters the realm of philosophy which, in a sense, is the practice of finding meaning and purpose from the realm of everyday life. While this is not where the minds of many people naturally go, every one of us adheres to one or more philosophical precepts. No one is excluded. You don’t have to be a philosopher to recognize that ideas form the basis for how we organize ourselves while alive.

So, how will Door A people differ from Door B people when it comes to dealing with the five major perceived threats to humanity as I briefly presented above? I find this to be not just an academic exercise but one that has deep practical impact on us today.

Door A People vs. Door B People on the Practical Impacts of Various Perceived Existential Crises

I don’t intend to get too down in the weeds here and I appreciate the patience of any reader who manages to get this far. Instead, I’ll just seek to simplify how the two camps differ from one another in how they consciously or subconsciously face these issues.

Door A people believe that this life is all there is … that their existence on this earth is brief and then it’s over. A large contingent of this group has actually established an alternative “religion,” meaning a system of beliefs with rules based upon ultimate meaning. These rules fuel behavior and affect all sorts of features of life and civilization. One of the most pronounced “religions” that Door A people have developed is to worship nature. This is far different from loving nature or appreciating nature. Since nature is the only thing there is, Door A people seek to protect nature at all costs. And, in this way of thinking, man serves nature. Nature is the guide, the touchpoint with reality. Many have even created a god, called Gaia, a feminine earth mother, with whom we are all connected. Door A people must battle against forces that are deemed to subjugate this god or godlike reality, and we need to put rules in place to temper any activity that acts against the interests of nature. The movie, Avatar, was designed to advocate for this philosophy.

Interestingly, like in all religions, there tend to be truths here that even Door B people should appreciate. And I am describing just a highly vocal piece of Door A reality. Remember the Carl Sagan presumption. If nature is all there is and there is no permanent or absolute meaning outside of nature, then our job is to live carefully and ensure that we do not damage nature’s vitality before we are reconstituted as fertilizer after we die.

If this is the case, then the crises above now have ultimate meaning. If humanity may be doomed by the impact of one or more of these crises, then the only thing that remains for us is to be absorbed back into the stuff of stars, the great galactic soup of particles and energy. There will be no “us” anymore. If the natural anxieties related to death are included, then this way of thinking will only increase our levels of fear and, to some, be crippling.

If, on the other hand, the Door B people are correct, there are other ways to look at these challenges. Principally, there is (in this worldview) a reality beyond nature and these issues are not a threat to that reality. If we are part of both this reality and a wholly different reality, then that understanding mitigates our fear to a point.

In some of the Eastern religions, the goal of our lives is to “merge” with this other reality … or to rise to another plane or dimension that is outside of what we could define by purely natural physical forces. When people who describe themselves as “spiritual,” not “religious,” refer to the Universe, they are describing an impersonal force of sorts, while also describing a kind of consciousness which is an eastern philosophy, not connected to monotheism. The “religion” of Star Wars, with resurrected persons living in a different place yet interacting with good and bad forces is a partial example.

The God of Jews and Christians is quite different from the God of Islam, while both can trace their origins, as People of the Book, back to the first book of the Bible, Genesis. 

Regardless, the three monotheistic faiths that account for around 53% of the world’s population (Hindus and Buddhists account for another 21%) believe in a personal Being who is all powerful, all knowing and exists outside of time and space. As a consequence, over one half of all people believe in life after death, so (we) are in a kind of transitory place, only a miniscule fraction of a promised eternity. There will be no ceasing to exist or a similar cessation of material-self as it blends into background energy.

I have tried to provide at least a somewhat objective analysis of what these worldviews entail and how those views can affect the ways we manage our real fears and anxieties.

But obviously, since I adhere to one and not the other (having been a firm believer in some of the others), I’m biased.

If I’m wrong, then I’m wrong and I will just end up like Sagan and the atheists, enjoying (or not) my brief time on this planet. If I’m right, then it opens up an entirely different way to manage fears and anxieties.

The Christian Perspective

Either Jesus is God incarnate, or he is not. There is no middle ground. Either the first-hand accounts of his teachings are accurate or they’re not. For many reasons, I trust in a historical rendering of his life as accurate. If I’m right, then I am told to not fret or be anxious about the things in this life. Which is very hard as it’s instinctual to fret and be anxious. He gives many examples of how these anxieties are unwarranted in light of ultimate reality. While it’s in our nature to fear and even be consumed by things we view as threatening, we are assured of eventual relief. In the Book of Romans in the New Testament, the Apostle Paul says, 

“We know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.” He says in a few passages later, “Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? And then, “For I (Paul) am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present or future, nor any powers, neither height or depth, nor anything else in all creation will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus, our Lord.”

This will make sense to Christians and will probably seem foreign and maybe even wishful or fanciful thinking for those who see the Christian narrative as akin to myth.

As I have seemingly always been immersed in events, whether regional, national or worldwide, I tend to get caught up trying to understand them and figuring out their impact on not just me but vast populations and the future of humanity. Diane has asked me this many times when I get so caught up (here is a paraphrase), “why are you so invested in things out of your control? What can you do about these things?” She is perfectly right and so I try to determine my “sphere of influence” which is actually quite small.

Jesus is explicit in his teaching that I can actually be content, even in the face of hostility and evil. Yes, I may be called to put my life on the line to right a wrong or protect my family, but I should do that with a posture that is not overly troubled. For the troubles of today will vanish like a morning mist when I pass over. That happens to be a comforting thought.

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Conclusion

I had two overriding objectives when I sat down to pound out all these words. They have not changed since 2019. Only now have I finally felt the call to put my thoughts to paper. I understand the level of labor it will take any readers to wade through the entire piece, and I apologize, knowing that perhaps few will complete the full account. My two objectives were to recognize that there are major issues that face us these days and that at least a handful of them have risen to the point of perceived crises that threaten the existence of our civilizations and, even, our species. I have only sought to chronicle these from my vantage point and have tried to refrain from analyzing them too deeply, with a few exceptions.

The underlying point I have sought to make is that it’s not just examining the impact to our heads and emotions about these issues but it’s also about how we translate them into the reality that governs our lives. And I am convinced that the two central worldviews provide different lenses for us to determine the ultimate effect of these crises on us, as individuals.

My purpose (or mission) in life is clear and its worth stating here in this conclusion. It is blunt, without a doubt. I am here to follow Jesus, seek to become more like him in all respects and to partner with him to help heal and redeem a broken world. Even one person at a time. I can do that by seeking to meet and engage people, not primarily to “convert” them but to show them that I care and to be ready to listen and respond with grace and love. I fall far short of this objective, but I know that is not held against me. I carry brokenness within me and have received more bounty from above that I can possibly relate. My autobiography covers this in depth.

I hope that humanity flourishes and that none of the crises I’ve outlined above rise to the level that our civilization or species is destroyed. I pray for that. Yet I know, should worse come to worse, that I will soon be Home, which is where I was always meant to reside and about which I was only made powerfully aware just twenty years ago. 

Blessings,

Brad

August 2025

Two Feet

I haven’t written in a while so it’s possible that Diane will be my only audience but that’s ok! As a reminder, I’ve entitled the full complement of these essays, A Pilgrim’s Journey: Love Letters to God. In other words, I write when I feel compelled and I do it as a way of giving back to the author of my life. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. 🙂

This is not a new theme for me, nor as a subject for my writing. However, it’s been on my heart for some time now to address it again and, so, here goes.

Anyone who knows me well now and/or has read my thoughts these past four years, knows that I spend a lot of time trying to discern the nature of reality. And, while that sounds like a pretty heavy philosophical concept (actually, it is), it needn’t be. We govern our lives by the things we believe to be true. (As an aside, I had the privilege of discussing this very thing this morning, via Zoom, with a young couple who are my new friends!)

So, why the title, Two Feet?

We can begin by acknowledging that, as bipeds, our ability to move in any direction is because we have two legs and feet that are designed to hold us upright and stable, while getting us to where we want. Our feet are the things that touch the ground. We plant our feet in a way that will hopefully keep us from tipping over. When hiking over uneven terrain, we normally pay a lot of attention to the ground, with its rocks, ridges and possible impediments to our stability. We want to make sure that our feet land in the right place. We’ll return to this in a bit.

As I examine the underpinnings of our (western) society today, I can easily come up with a variety of ways that people determine the nature of all things. One of the increasingly dominant frameworks (frameworks are the ways we organize things) is this belief that all truth is relative. I’ve covered this many times. In other words, there is no clearly objective truth that exists outside of the purely natural or mechanical conditions of our lives. Each person is free to determine their own “truth.” Of course, this view is patently untenable for the simple reason that one cannot state, “there is no truth,” the statement of which is presented as true.

Another common view is that there is a non-material “supernatural” reality but it is one of pure spirit and cannot be defined by a Being of some kind. This belief is held by traditional Hindus, some Buddhists and their western counterparts, those professing the New Age or to be “spiritual.” To their credit, adherents to these systems do believe in alternate realities than what is normally the province of the worlds of physics, chemistry and biology. We hear terms like Christ Consciousness, merging with and praying to The Universe, devotion to the Goddess or Gaia and so forth. Not being strict materialists, these people “know” there is a lot that doesn’t meet the eye. Many try to adapt their western or even Christian beliefs to substantiate these interpretations. I don’t blame them. They’re on the right track. Sort of.

On the plus side, they acknowledge that they have one foot each in two different realities: The here and now on the one hand and the spiritual on the other.

On the negative side, they can’t locate, with any precision, the source of the supposed “spiritual” reality. It just is. Well then, where did the flesh come from? Chance, random mutations and natural selection as the materialists claim? The only alternative to chance is logical causation. But, spiritualists shy away from causation because they don’t accept where that leads.

I, on the other hand, fully believe in two different, although intersecting realities but the “other” reality is clearly defined and can objectively be known. Plus, it exists despite what others my believe.

This gets me in hot water because I’m stating that this viewpoint means that competing ones are false and that’s a no-no in conventional thinking. Why, goes this argument, that’s the perfect example of intolerance, which is the most evil of contemporary themes! At the risk of being a broken record, this statement that I don’t have the right to believe this (because it’s inherently oppressive) is also a form of intolerance and is clearly oppressive.

Setting all of this aside, as I’ve sought to portray in all of my 250+ essays over the past four years, I know I live equally in two different but intersecting worlds, both equally true in their natures. In fact, I have one foot in two different worlds.

For whatever reasons (and I have my take on this), I have been fortunate enough to get to know the “other” reality which, interestingly has both spiritual and physical properties. Just like “this” one. In fact, my place in this one is completely dependent upon my place in the other one. Interestingly, the reverse is equally true, despite the objections by many of my contemporaries.

While I have every desire to engage in healthy discussion which is completely respectful of the views of others who don’t see things as I do, I have no problem in believing and even saying (in a very measured, humble and respectful way), “I’m sorry, you’re wrong.” Of course, my hypothetical fellow conversant will have arrived at the exact same conclusion, believing that I’m wrong to say they are. I find this clarity to be incredibly healthy as we navigate life together, however briefly.

So, in returning to the concept of two feet, I have one foot firmly planted in this world and one foot firmly planted in the other. I use the word, “firmly,” to mean that it’s solid. The footing is solid and believable. It holds up to the most careful of scrutiny. I can stand, trusting, on that ground and can walk forward in life, governed by the laws of both. While there is certainly mystery in the depths, there need not be fundamental vagueness. At least with the key elements.

Put simply, I am in this world but not of it.

And, while this is a catchy little phrase, it contains a mountain of truth that is shattering in its implications.

It expresses the fact that, ultimately, I am not meant to be here. And, while I’m not meant to be here, I am here. It’s not some kind of illusion as presented by so-called Eastern religions. By design, I’m supposed to be somewhere else which, by the way, is not some disembodied “spirit” existence or becoming “one with the universe.”

I am designed to flourish within a great, loving and holy dance, living an eternal existence that is only just hinted at through the lens of our current lives … a life of creativity, work, love, joy, justice and any number of things we can describe as beautiful.

The fact that I know this to be true allows me to live on this finite side with purpose derived from a compass always pointing to True North.

Walking forward with that compass, with two feet, each planted in a different fundamental reality, is not an easy thing. It’s often quite hard to see past the end of our noses … noses deeply immersed in the many features … good and bad … that surround us. Admittedly, I constantly struggle to stay on course, with each foot firmly set on solid ground. I struggle with the path ahead, which is not straight and narrow when viewed from this side … but is straight and narrow when viewed from the other.

But, just because it’s difficult does not mean it’s too hard. In fact, as difficult as it may seem, it often becomes as easy as can be. So easy, it’s like shrugging, “What else could it possibly be?

Two feet. Two realities. One person. Moving forward through life. Where are your feet? I know where mine are and I am eternally grateful for that.

Amen.

Christianity and the Election

This has been an incredibly difficult season for all of us, regardless of political or religious leanings. America is torn in a way that we haven’t seen for decades, if not our entire lives. For those of us of a certain age, we are reminded of the turbulent 1960s with massive urban riots, marches, extremists blowing up buildings and a war that seemed to drag on forever, claiming the lives of tens of thousands of our young men and causing a massive fracture in the national psyche. I was alive and aware then and it feels like that again.

I count among very close friends and family members, men and women whose viewpoints are widely ranging. Some are on the political left and some are on the political right. Some are atheists, others agnostic, some adhere to faiths different from my own and some are in alignment with my own beliefs. I have tried to disengage from any debates in recent weeks and months but it’s hard. As one who is grounded in history, political and economic philosophy and theology, I am wired to listen to evidence and opinion and to dialogue with others about these things.

The pandemic has served as a kind of chemical catalyst, setting fire to the tinder of our differences, causing massive increases in anxiety, fear, anger and other emotions. While I have tried to insulate myself from as much of this as possible because I can see how it has negatively affected me, I have not succeeded as well as I wish.

Turning off the TV and trying to tune out the shouting has helped to a degree but not enough. I belong in this world, aware, called to be an active participant. I am not called to be a hermit, nor an ostrich with one’s head in the sand.

So, what is a Christian supposed to do?

Diane and I have little stickers on the back windows of our two cars. They send a message that we are “not of this world.”

This is true. I am not of this world.

However, I am in it.

There is a difference. And, it is a big one. From one perspective, it is a fine line. From another perspective, an enormous gulf.

On the one hand, I was born in San Francisco in February of 1954 to a mother and father, who raised me to adulthood before I went off on my own at age 18. On the other hand, I am an eternal being, created in the image of God, who is my Father in the greatest sense and with whom I will spend that eternity. Two different realities. Both absolutely real. Both claiming me. Both defining who I am.

So, what does it mean to be “In this world but not of it?”

The short of it is that it’s a conundrum … even a battle when you get down to it. I’ll try to explain.

There are many who think that the natural reality of this existence is all there is and the idea that there is another overarching reality and an eminently powerful and loving supernatural God is anathema, to use a term.

Then there are many who think that the supernatural reality is so all encompassing that it does no good to pay attention to the (in comparison) trivialities of this natural world and the things that exist in it.

Jesus brooks no quarter. He says that both are very real and that we need to find the proper balance between them.

Easier said than done.

I am called, therefore, to be fully engaged in the circumstances surrounding me. To be specific, I am called to partner with God for the restoration of the world.

This means that God actually cares about things here and now and has a blueprint for the way things should be, even though they have gone completely cattywampus. My job is to help bring things to right … and that has a whole lot to do with the Second Commandment directing us to love one another.

It also has a whole lot to do with restructuring my thoughts, my actions, and my habits to bring them more in line with the remarkable teachings Jesus shared in his three-year ministry and that were later expounded upon by the Apostle Paul and the many others who followed.

On the other hand, I am called to realize that “my help comes from above,” as it’s put in one way. I cannot do this on my own. I am connected to a reality that nearly defies all comprehension but it is one I have seen and experienced with my own eyes and other senses. It is as real as the things that stand before me each day.

There is actually very little that I am in charge of. There is actually a very small universe over which I exercise control or influence. This is coming from a political activist who has walked countless streets, knocked on untold numbers of doors, made far more phone calls than I care to remember, marched, extolled, organized, researched, debated and on and on for as long as I can remember. I cast votes and sometimes my people win out and sometimes they don’t.

Next week, America will probably find out who our next President will be and which party or political group will control which parts of the federal government and many of the state and local governments.

Given most analyses, around 50% of the public, give or take, will be happy and the other 50% give or take will be quite upset.

On the other hand, God is God and Jesus is Jesus. Neither loses heavenly sleep over the outcome of an election on a small portion of this earth.

What they do lose sleep over, to coin a phrase, is whether I place my faith and hope in them as the ultimate arbiter of all things. What I know they desire is for me to see myself and others as they see me and us. And, that’s very different from what we think about when we’re immersed in the muck of disease and dissention.

I have lived long immersed in the world, passionately devoting much of my energies to things like justice and other socio-economic and political causes as well as seeing that thousands upon thousands of our children are cared for and given the best possible chance to flourish in their lives ahead. I don’t regret any of that. In fact, it’s been a great blessing to have lived such a life.

However, for far too long, I failed to understand the limitations of such devotion and the traps that accompanied such focused objectives.

With the realization that there is purpose and a plan infinitely greater than that of my own making, my perspective has changed. Not completely. Not by a longshot. But, it has changed.

I will wake up next Wednesday morning like most Americans to a new day. Perhaps we’ll know the lay of the land by then or maybe it will take a bit longer. I will either be relieved or troubled by the results. If I am relieved, I pray that God will grant me compassion for those who are deeply angered. If I am troubled, I pray that God will grant me peace and a full comprehension that nothing can separate me from Him … and that is the greatest news any of us can ever want.