Sunday, March 25, 2018

Why Gun Laws will now change


Three Events Eliciting Empathy

Why Gun Laws will Change

 

            I have resisted believing that the Constitution is a living document. I have thought of it as the supreme written unchanging law of our nation until amended by Amendment or international treaty. That is a Constitutionalist’s textbook article of faith. My unchanging constitution perspective however is much easier to believe than the idea that any culture can exist with so little change that the body of law which speaks to one century of citizens can fully anticipate the need of a nation’s citizens in a much different future context. Those who are alive, individuals or cultures, constantly change. Only God and the dead remain unchanging.

            Sometimes the collective conscience of a culture is transformed dramatically. It is interesting that such dramatic changes are often not so much driven by discussion of great philosophical principles, so much as the instantaneous shifts in cultural perspective are driven by transforming our perspective through the focal point of our sense of empathy. A school of thought existing from Aristotle to James K. A. Smith has recognized that our humanity exists primarily in our desires, and our principles are generally shaped by our web of interconnected desires and the sense we have for what is good rather than our abstract principles driving us by our rationally conceived thought. It certainly seems that some of the most dramatic times of cultural transformation occur not due to reasoned principles but due to sudden changes in the focal point of our senses of empathy.

            On this particular weekend, as I write this blog we can remember that on the final weekend of March in 1965, Martin Luther King Jr. successfully led a march demanding Negro voting rights to be respected in Alabama. The march from Selma to Montgomery was a turning point in the battle for Civil Rights. That turning point probably took place at the Edmund Pettis Bridge when a nation viewed the brutality against the peaceful marchers and the plight of the African-American in pursuit of equality became somehow incorporated in the larger American sense of empathy towards those who were being unfairly treated. There is a sense in which the Southern commitment to separation lost its power at the Edmund Pettis Bridge. That is not to say we live in a perfect society with a utopia of civil rights equality. It is to say that the power of empathy that joined the marchers in 1965 led to a complete rethinking of principles. Old habits die hard, but when what we feel empathy for changes, principles and eventually conduct also often changes. That we are desiring creatures often moved more primarily by empathy than by rational thought would have frightened me in my youth but comforts me in my older age. After the Edmund Pettis Bridge, empathy became an ally to the witness of Martin Luther King Jr. regarding a need for reform in regards to civil rights.



            In the Bible’s nineteenth chapter of Judges, there is described one of literature’s most horrid stories. The story grows out of a questionable relationship between a Levite, the religious tribe within Israel and his concubine. Less than a wife, a concubine offers the religious caste member benefits while reducing his responsibilities. The concubine runs away from the relationship and the Levite pursues her. The Levite and the concubine’s father come to an agreement, in which the concubine’s desires seem to matter little. The Levite takes his concubine along with him and then before reaching his home must spend a night in another Israelite village. Trouble soon arises. After finding a host with whom to stay, community members come to the house of hospitality. The mob outside the house demands the visitors to be turned over to the mob for their desires. If you were to imagine the Levite to be some sort of paragon of religious virtue, he appeases the mob by shoving his concubine through the doorway into the grips of the mob. The door is then shut and the Levite goes to sleep behind the likely bolted door. In the morning the concubine is near death outside of the house where the Levite had slept through the night. The Levite puts her over his donkey and heads for his home in another portion of Israel. The story seems possibly vague if she is already dead when he places her on the animal, or perhaps even more likely soon breathes her last on the animal. In any event he takes her corpse to his home.

            The Levite is finally moved by the horrible events that have happened to the woman whom he has seldom given any sort of respect. At this point the story changes dramatically. Is the Levite a psychopath, or penitent, or does he become something of a prophet? It is hard to know within the story. If he were to be regarded as a hero, he would likely have a name. He has no name in the story. He has failed the woman who had become dependent upon him, in every way. Instead of protecting her with his life he thrust her to the ravenous wolves at the door. Does his conscience at last speak to him in the aftermath? He feels that the event is more than a simple isolated story wrapped up in one village’s sub-cultural inhospitality. He imagines the isolated event as having widespread national implications. In a perhaps psychopathic brutal act of ritual the Levite carves the woman’s body into twelve pieces, sending one piece of her dismembered body to each of Israel’s twelve tribes. The bizarre act shocks the nation. Those seeing the dismembered portions of a human carcass of are overwhelmed with a sense of how things like this are not supposed to happen in Israel. A collective hush takes hold of the audiences seeing the dismembered parts of the days-old corpse on display. The thought that what happened to the woman should not happen in Israel is followed by the response, “What are we going to do?”

            The Levite was no hero. He seems to have been as much psychopath as priest, penitent, or prophet. He was however a witness to a horrible event and in his witness, elicited the empathy of men and women throughout Israel.

            We seem to have witnessed another witness of wrongdoing, and of human suffering who managed to elicit empathy on a national scale. Emma Gonzalez is likely still dealing with the repercussions of the trauma of hiding and hoping to escape a gunman’s attack on her school, leaving 17 of her schoolmates dead.


Emma Gonzalez’ speech with its powerful silence was foremost a call to empathy

            This weekend she spoke to thousands with the simple story of the horrible event she experienced and survived. She first gave the names of the seventeen. For some she gave brief remembrances of their lives saying things like … “she would never complain about playing piano again.” Then then names were simply uttered followed with … “never.” Another name …“never.” With each name the realization that what took place is that a young person with life, with fears, with struggles, and with dreams would … never. Then as the names had been given, Emma Gonzalez stood in silence of the persons who now as far as this life is concerned will … never. The audience seemed unsure of what to do in response to the silence of Emma Gonzalez. Some tried to chant slogans, but eventually her silence led to a massive silence in the vast audience.

            Those who wish to rebut the pleas of the students who survived the shooting, and organized this weekend’s marches like to point out the flaws of Emma Gonzalez. Do you see how she dresses? Did you notice that the descendant of Cubans wears a Cuban flag? Do you know of her sexual orientation? But in this situation, it seems to me that like the failed flawed Levite of old her audience is listening to a witness of an event that has aroused the nation’s empathy. People are continually responding to the event to which she eloquently speaks saying, “This should not happen in America. What can we do?”

            There were people who imagined they had won on the day that the marchers led by King at the Edmund Pettis Bridge were forced to retreat. A village in ancient Israel imagined there would be no serious consequences when the corrupt Levite left with the corpse of his concubine carried by his donkey. There are those who imagine there is no reason to change anything about our gun laws. But everything has changed now. A nation is feeling a sense of empathy and disgust with the regularity of news of slaughtered students. A girl, whom many have listened to might seem strange to them, has become a witness of pain and suffering that arouses our empathy.

            Empathy is a powerful pathway to changing human perspectives. We are feeling, passionate, desire filled creatures. Our principles and philosophies have all those human emotions intermingled within our lofty philosophical articles of faith.

            Last night, I watched Emma Gonzalez speak. I felt the power of grief as she spoke the names of those who will never grace her life again. It seems increasingly strange to me that my pro-life friends can protest protestors of death caused by violence because the left doesn’t grieve the loss of life in abortion. This is no game. The death of these students don’t lose importance because people on the left care for them, so we on the right cannot. It seems like a horrible thing that we have to check out who is supporting life before we want to support the right life rather than the wrong life. Empathy for those who are casually killed by easy access to advanced weaponry has taken hold of me and I do not regret this.

            Empathy made me think about something new this morning. I believe that the Constitution forms the foundation of our national legal system. But this morning I wondered if I could really believe if Washington, Adams, Jefferson, Madison, Hamilton, and the founding fathers were with us if they would unanimously agree that everyone should have the right to have every sort of weapon available to man? I rather suspect that if they were in our midst, one or more of them might ask “You do realize that in our day it was the mark of a rare rifleman who could fire four rounds in a single minute? Do you think we would casually place into every person’s hands a weapon that can fire twenty, thirty, fifty rounds a minute with greater accuracy and ease than our finest militiaman could fire in our day? Do you really believe we would give no thought to the changes that took place between our time and yours? What sort of unthinking, inhuman beings do you think we were?”

            There will be changes. This weekend assures me of this. There needs to be healthy conversations about the gun laws that will change. There are good environmental reasons why hunting helps preserve certain herds from becoming too large for the balance of nature. Most I think believe persons should be able to have guns to protect their families within their own homes. But the days of supporting weapons capable of firing scores and more of bullets in a matter of minutes is something that will not much longer be tolerated. The transformation of the focal point of our sense of empathy will lead us to consider how we upgrade and update our long ago crafted principles for this modern era.

Sunday, March 11, 2018

This Week's Meandering Thoughts




This Week’s Meandering Thoughts

By a more than normally tired Dan McDonald

 

            I worked a 72 hour week this last week which means my reading and writing opportunities have been limited. The week included International Women’s Day and among the things I thought about were an accomplishment, an article, and something said by women.

            One famous woman, with an unrepeatable accomplishment celebrated her eightieth birthday this week. Valentina Tereshkova was a Russian Cosmonaut and was the first woman to fly in outer space. Like many Russians born in her time, her father was killed in World War II, and her mother raised the family working in a factory. Tereshkova earned an engineering degree through a correspondence program, learned to fly, and took up parachuting, all of which helped her win the ability to become the first woman in outer space. Growing up in the Cold War, we saw the Soviet cosmonauts as rivals to our astronaut program. Looking back a half century later, we can see the bravery and diligence of the explorers who rode into space in a thinly protected air bubble within an environment that apart from the air they carried with them would have been instantly fatal. It seems to me that whether Russian or American these space explorers added to our human knowledge of the universe while multiplying our imagined concepts of what was possible for our humanity.

            One blog caught my attention and spoke to my understanding of life. Heather Caliri wrote a blog wonderfully entitled “Peace is a tough-britches choice”. Caliri is one of my favorite bloggers. Her blogs consistently speak to me about the realities of living the Christian life. Her content and writing style help balance my tendencies to be long on philosophy and short on practicality. There is depth of thought joined to living out the thoughts in her blogs.

            In this piece on peace – I realized that Heather Caliri had come to the realization that the peace we often seek in the Christian life is something that should be a foundation to how we live and not merely a goal for our lives. God, in sending His Son into our humanity came to bring us peace. We are given a state of peace which can then permeate the energies and activities of our lives. Our ways in which we experience the peace God gives to us differs, but Christian peace works better as the way of our lives than as a distant goal of our lives if we get everything right in our lives. God’s peace is as much the reality and way of a Christian life as the fruit of a Christian life. Fruit is the DNA of the seed fully grown. Peace is part of the DNA of the Gospel which we are called to believe and live out. In Heather’s blog you see how she learned to recognize that living in the peace God gave to her requires her to honor and cultivate the gift bestowed upon her. She has to guard her peace in a personal way keeping in mind her own unique personhood, gifting, talents, and idiosyncrasies. The gift of peace turns out to flourish best in our lives when we do diligence and make tough-britches choices.

            I felt a connection to how one of my turning points in life helped me more enjoy and better live the Christian life. Many years ago I realized I had a horrible attitude towards life. I was seeing the Christian life primarily as one of obedience to the dictates of living a holy life. We never think we are the fundamentalists, or the ones living a legalistic life. If I feel free to drink beer, how can I be regarded as a legalist? Even our proofs of being free from legalism can take on a checklist mentality. For me the turning point came when I began to see the implications of Christ’s incarnation. Christ became human to enable us to fully recover our humanity. To realize that redemption was about exploring, discovering, and living my humanity fully resulted in a wonderfully liberating awareness that the Christian life should be a journey of an ever deeper and enriched exploration of our humanity.

            In reading Heather Caliri’s blog on peace, I more fully realized how peace, the peace given to us by God in Christ, is integral to that beautiful process. I think I have often thought of peace as a reward for a good life. But in the Gospel peace is part of the entire DNA of the Christian life from its sowing in the proclamation, to its taking root in our believing, to growing in grace, to the completion of bearing fruit. If we were riding the peace train, I have often thought of peace as the fruit, the caboose of the train following everything else. But as I read Heather’s blog I thought of peace as the rails that bear the weight of the train and enable us to progress smoothly in the journey. We have been called into a state of peace, to live in accordance with the peace given to us in the Gospel, and to seek to be peacemakers as we have been granted peace. Heather’s blog shows us her personal way of cultivating the peace God has given to her in her life. It requires tough-britches choices.

            It seems to me that if we want to see the peace that we cultivate within us become part of the peacemaking we are called to do, a statement by Brittney Moses made on Twitter this week just might be the perfect corollary to take us from protecting and cultivating the peace God has given us, to understanding where others are in order that we might be peaceable and ready to be the peacemakers that bless others. I need to fully fathom Brittney’s description of the human beings around me. They aren’t just like me. We share the fullness of our human natures, but we are unique from one another in basic and personal ways. It is sort of exciting to realize and explore the uniqueness. If we begin to believe that no one else is ever exactly like us, we begin to realize our need for listening, for dialogue, and then for sharing in our differences and exploring the bonds of our shared human natures, created uniquely in the beyond our comprehension image of God. I leave you with Brittney’s words.

 

            For me this week, Valentina Tereshkova’s accomplishments spoke to me about the wonderful possibilities of human life. Heather Caliri’s blog helped me realize that I have truly been called to peace in Christ, and Brittney Moses’ words have given me an insight into how I can live in peace and living with others might be better prepared to be a peacemaker. Blessed are the peacemakers for they shall be called sons and surely daughters of God as well.