Saviors for hire

The Bells Student Newspaper (of which I was a former editor of), had an “interesting” opinion piece posted recently.

In it, the Opinions Editor argues that excessive force is the answer when talking seems to fail. He cites an example from the civil war in Sierra Leone from 1991 to 1995.

When genocide, civil war, or limb-chopping happens, the solution is not to negotiate, hold conferences or sell T-shirts. The best, most effective response is overwhelming military force. Because the president of Sierra Leone knew that, 300 mercenaries did in a month what the UN, the “international community,” and every advocacy group on the planet could not. Had Executive Outcomes been allowed to stay, a lot of lives—and limbs—might have been saved.

My response follows ::

John,

Your editorial raises some interesting points. It seems as if you’re saying that when the UN or other negotiations fail, real power, might, and shock and awe will reign supreme (of course I don’t forget the money aspect of the mercenaries). So, perhaps we should say, “when the UN or other negotiations fail, he with the most toys/money/guns win.”

Nevermind that those with the most toys/money/guns may be fighting for the “wrong side” or even using the name of God to help fight their battles (see Joseph Kony and the Lord’s Resistance Army – http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lords_Resistance_Army).

Yet as I read your article, two other stories come to mind.

As you may be aware, there were numerous assassination attempts against Adolf Hitler during World War II. Of those would be assassins, one seems to stand out to me.

Lt. Colonel Count Claus Schenk von Stauffenberg attempted to assassinate Hitler on three different occasions. However, it was his third attempt that seemed to be the closest to success yet could also be deemed the greatest of failures.

On July 20, 1944, Von Stauffenberg placed a briefcase with a bomb inside Hitler’s “Wolf’s Lair” — his command post for the Eastern Front in Rastenburg, Prussia. During a meeting with Hitler, Von Stauffenberg placed the bomb under the conference table and left. The bomb later exploded but the large conference table ultimately protected Hitler from the blast. The assassination did not go as plan and less than 24 hours later, Von Stauffenberg was captured and killed before a firing squad along with his co-conspirators.

Hitler was not dead and with the assassination attempt foiled, Hitler believed God had spared him to avenge Germany and to continue the extermination of the Jewish race.

Hitler also used the July 20 plot as an excuse to destroy anyone in the army, including Erwin Rommel, whom Hitler feared would oppose him. For Rommel’s failure to inform Hitler of the plot to assassinate him, he was given a choice: take poison and get a state funeral, or refuse and see your family executed as well. Rommel took the poison.

By most historical standards, the failure of the July 20 plot also foiled any possibility of Germany negotiating a peace treaty with the Allies. Hitler made it his full intention to fight to the death in a struggle that would either see the end of National Socialism or the end of Germany’s enemies.

The second story that comes to mind took place roughly 2,000 years ago in a small village far removed from the religious center of Israel, in a town known as Bethlehem.

A young woman and her fiance travel to Bethlehem to register for a census and there the mother gives birth to a promised savior. A savior born in the muck and the mire among the animals and a crowd of sheep herders.

Not a savior that could be purchased (even though many tried). Not a savior that came with tanks and artillery and sword (even though his followers thought that would be the case).

But instead, a savior who brought about an “upside down kingdom.”

A savior who said, “blessed are the peace makers.”

A savior who said, “The Spirit of the Lord is on me, because he has anointed me to preach good news to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim freedom for the prisoners and recovery of sight for the blind, to release the oppressed, to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor.”

A savior told his followers to “love the Lord your God with all your heart, soul and mind” and “love your neighbor as yourself.”

A savior who later told his followers, “The man who loves his life will lose it, while the man who hates his life in this world will keep it for eternal life.”

A savior who when beaten and oppressed said, “Father forgive them, for they know not what they do.”

A savior who still says to me and you and the world, “Father forgive them, for they know not what they do.”

A Savior, which is Christ the Lord.

May we seek to love like this Savior did. May we seek to live like this Savior did. May we seek to bring about His kingdom on earth — just as it is in Heaven. May we seek to bring about true Heaven on earth.

Love wins!

…And real love can’t be bought.

Jonathan Blundell
UMHB Class of 2003
Editor of The Bells 2000-2001

The Santa clause

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There’s an interesting discussion going on at emergent village about whether Christian parents should teach their children about Santa Claus or not.

As someone who believed in Santa growing up, I’ve always looked upon the idea and nostalgia of Santa with great fun memories. My granddad has always played up the hopes and dreams of Santa’s spirit and continues to even to this day. I’ve often given gifts addressed from Santa rather than my own name. And perhaps it’s that spirit of anonymous/mysterious giving that attracts me most.

I’ve feel like I’ve had a healthy understanding of Santa from my parents and I think that their teaching and upbringing have helped me to have a healthy understanding of “things” as well.

So, what’s the proper response and approach for future (or current) parents — (not that we’re expecting any children anytime soon)?

My kids (ages 3, 3, 1.5) are right on the precipice of imagination: scratchy monsters, dinosaurs, and talking wolves are all becoming characters in our everyday lives. That’s great, but what should I tell them about Santa?

It’s not just that if rearranged, the letters in his name spell Satan, though such a coincidence should give us all pause (just kidding). It’s more the race and class dimensions of Santa’s identity and his social role. Should we really encourage children to project their material aspirations onto an idealized white man? As a full-time working woman, I don’t want my own hard work, income generation, present-purchasing and gift-wrapping to not only be entirely discredited, but all attributed to a benevolent white man. And I also don’t want to encourage my children to associate material wealth, kindness and generosity, and feasting with whiteness and maleness.

Here are my comments ::

We’re not parents yet, but we’ve had discussions about what we might do about Santa Claus when that time comes. I don’t think we’ve come to a firm conclusion yet.

I heard some great stories this weekend on Travel with Rick Steves about how many other cultures celebrate Christmas and the holiday season (http://www.ricksteves.com/radio/streaming/program117a.asx).

What intrigued me most were the several countries who celebrate St. Nicholas Day on the 6th of December – and that’s when their children receive gifts. There are variations of this as well – and in Sicily, they receive gifts on All Saints Day (Nov 1) from dead relatives (creepy).

But it seemed like all cultures left the gifts to other dates and then celebrated Christmas on Dec 24-26 with church services and family. The gifts weren’t part of the picture.

So, what if we too celebrated St. Nicholas Day on Dec 6th and used it as a day to remember the saint (and other saints) who gave all they had. And we gave small gifts to our children on those days in remembrance of the saint. And then on Christmas morning, rather than rushing to open presents – we bundled up as a family and found ways to serve others – giving of our SELVES.

Another idea we’ve had is to take from the Jewish tradition of Hanukkah and give a small gift on each Sunday of Advent and then give a slightly larger one on Christmas morning.

What are some other creative ideas? What are you doing? What have you considered doing? Is it something to even be concerned with?

something beautiful advent christmas extravaganza

You’ve mailed all your Christmas cards, you’re wrapping the last of the gifts and you’re tired of all the Christmas re-runs on TV?

Well have no fear, the something beautiful podcast advent christmas extravaganza is here!

The podcast went live mid-day today (half a day early) and already it’s had 44 downloads! It may be a record setter. We also posted a special “bonus” episode for material that didn’t quite fit with the rest of the extravaganza (23 downloads of that episode already – totaling 67 downloads in one day – I KNOW that’s a record).

Anyways, head on over to the something beautiful podcast and download the Christmas joy. And have yourself a Merry little Advent and Christmas.

More Virgin Mary, less Virgin Islands

I’ll file this under the “Guilty as Charged” file.

The Rev. James Martin, a Jesuit priest, says he objects to Christmas cards featuring family photos.

Look, I love family photos during the holidays. Plus, I actually read those annual holiday letters, all of which start with “What a busy year it’s been!” Seeing photos of my friends and their families and even enjoying a few sunny beach scenes when it’s cold and dark outside is a highlight of December.

But I enjoy the photos more when they’re inside the card, not the card itself. Because more and more, even devout Christians have been replacing Jesus, Mary and Joseph with themselves.

Can I plead my case that we saved a lot more money by making our own cards and having them printed as pictures, rather than buying a Christmas card and including a family photo?

“Doesn’t it strike you as weird to set aside the Holy Family in favor of your family? Does a photo of Cabo San Lucas trump the story told by the original San Lucas? Is Christmas really about you?”

Ouch! It makes me really rethink how I’m celebrating Christmas this year — as I stuff a few more Christmas photos into envelopes.

Listen to the full commentary.

A case of the Mondays

Wow. It’s only 9:04?!

So this morning I woke up tired, but nothing unusual. I got dressed and prepped for work and then sat down at Laurie’s computer to check email and twitter and such.

Got several good emails this morning and finally decided to head to work (a little later than I should have).

As I headed towards the door I realized I had left my new good coat – and gloves in Laurie’s car last night. Of course she had them now with her on her way to work.

It was cold on my walk to and from the bus today — but I survived.

Then I got to work and poured a mug of coffee and realized it had a horrible soapy taste to it. Apparently the coffee pot wasn’t rinsed well.

I dumped my coffee poured out my mug and made a mug of coffee in my own french press. Mmmm nothing quite like it.

Two sips in and I get a couple text messages. As I reach for my phone I knocked over my coffee mug! 3rd time this year (at least). Coffee everywhere! Luckily I keep my desk fairly clean so not too much damage. I even managed to keep it off my pants this time!

So I grab paper towels and go to cleaning everything up. But then as I pick up my laptop to wipe it off, two large drops off coffee fall off the sides. One landing on either leg. Now I have to sizable coffee stains on my dockers. And it’s only 9:04!

Geeze. Can it get any worse?! Well yes. But it hasn’t yet. So I’ll go make my third mug of coffee and make sure I buy a new coffee mug with a lid before tomorrow morning.

And I’ll keep reminding myself that the moon is round.

But it’s sure been a case of the Monday’s today! 🙂

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