Over 30 years ago, I became a part of our Creator’s plan to rescue His world from our sin inspired abuse. Overly dramatic way of saying that? Maybe, but it seems to me that His word is pretty clear about His coordinated effort to restore the creation that He entrusted to us. What is important is that He gave us a responsibility over His creation; not a responsibility as enforcers of law, but as shepherds and stewards of His grace and love. “So Jesus said to them, “Truly, truly, I say to you, the Son can do nothing of his own accord, but only what he sees the Father doing. For whatever the Father does, that the Son does likewise. ” The only thing I really know of Jesus is the grace, love, and mercy that He has shown to me. If this is the part that He has shown to me and modeled in His Son, then that is all I can share with a world that needs it as badly as I do.
[Note: I know I used the word creation. Please do not get hung up on this. I don’t really care how important you think it is, how stupid or blind your think the opposing side is, how you interpret scripture, what you think the humanist agenda maybe … blah, blah, blah … let’s just leave it at once there was a different existence (or lack of existence) and now somehow we are here. Yes, I believe that there is a God that has a plan and had the plan from the beginning and brought all this into being. You may not believe that and that is fine, you can read all this and chuckle at my ignorance, I am OK with that. You may believe in a miraculous literal 6 day creation and a day of rest or you may believe something in between. Origins may be important to you and think I am compromising the truth. OK that is fine too. Feel free to shake your head and pray for me if you do that sort of thing.]
Back to the story … I stepped into a new culture that was completely foreign to me and I had no idea what this new world should look like or how I fit into it. So like so many of us, I resorted to the same lazy method of learning that I always had … hang with the inhabitants and mimic their behaviors. Oh and at the same time, Lynn and I were starting on that adventure of marriage and parenthood.
Music, prayer, bible study, topical sermons, and fellowship meals. At first, being part of a fellowship with “common” beliefs was great. I was a bit of a love sponge and I was eating it up … for a while. The challenge was that we had been raised with experiences, values, beliefs, relationships, and baggage. What it seemed like we were being asked to do was exchange all of those things for a new set of experiences, values, beliefs, relationships … and baggage. Obviously no one actually said that, but as young people we were all for a radical change and so we bought the whole package, especially the “hot button issues.”
After many trips, falls, failures, stops and starts there was a defining moment that brought a challenge to my belief paradigm. I can’t even tell you what year it occurred. It was a discussion between my Dad and my brother-in-law. They were discussing the inerrancy of scriptures and my Dad asked a simple question, “What in scripture makes you think Jesus would be for capital punishment?” Whoa! I could not reconcile Jesus’s character and teachings in the gospel with the death penalty. I did not mention it at the time, but every year when I performed my annual ritual of reading the Lord of the Rings (Yes it was a book first), this conversation came back to me.
Of course this is not scripture, but it seems much like the conversation that Jesus had with a group of men who were a bit too eager to dole out death.
“The scribes and the Pharisees brought a woman who had been caught in adultery, and placing her in the midst they said to him, “Teacher, this woman has been caught in the act of adultery. Now in the Law Moses commanded us to stone such women. So what do you say?” This they said to test him, that they might have some charge to bring against him. Jesus bent down and wrote with his finger on the ground. And as they continued to ask him, he stood up and said to them, “Let him who is without sin among you be the first to throw a stone at her.” And once more he bent down and wrote on the ground. But when they heard it, they went away one by one, beginning with the older ones, and Jesus was left alone with the woman standing before him. Jesus stood up and said to her, “Woman, where are they? Has no one condemned you?” She said, “No one, Lord.” And Jesus said, “Neither do I condemn you; go, and from now on sin no more.” (John 8:3-11)
Admittedly, I don’t read Greek and do not have access to ancient original texts, but as I understand it, pre-Constantine Christians, (through the 3rd century) were pretty consistent in their stands against the taking of lives in any case. As a sailor sleeping between the tubes that held enough power to annihilate millions of lives, this was a problem for me. The thought of being part of a shooting war bothered me more than I ever admitted. As I walked about Bahrain and the United Arab Emirates and met shop keepers and their families, I began to see the world differently. Sitting in a class room of special needs students in Kuwait City and seeing the love and tenderness that those parents had for those children softened my heart. They saw us the same way, but thought of our government and leaders as “Christian Extremists.” I could not imagine being a part of an attack that left these families as “collateral damage.”
This is hard to admit for me all this and I can’t say that I am conflicted about it. I am a veteran. My soldier son-in-law just came back from Iraq to a heroes welcome and my son is a Marine Reservist. It is difficult to be proud and yet so conflicted. I think one of the things about war and violence in general that is a given that the vanquished never love the victor. So is it our job to “defend” our nation and our freedoms or is it our mission to provide love to those who are hateful? I don’t know exactly how to do this, but I believe that even if we think it is an impossible assignment does not mean that it is not our mission. (I am still ruminating on this and I am not looking for someone to help me figure it out. As I hinted to above, I am done with being told what to believe)
So what am I trying to say? Here it comes my liberal friends … I am pro-life. I categorize capital punishment, abortion, euthanasia, and war as violent acts that do not seem to fit into the character of a the one who set a pattern of giving second chances and healing. Although I have been accused of being a sexist and woman abuser by a family member because of this stand, I can not reconcile taking a life just because its convenient, unfair, or tragic. Whether it is a result of a violent act of aggression, poverty, or just oops … I believe that the life within is valuable. Now you may be able to justify this by saying that while a baby is inside the womb, that it is not a person and is just a part of the woman’s body. I am not a woman and I have never carried a baby inside of me (although 10 little appendages did carry the Farley gene pool from the moment of conception). Every woman I know that was carrying a child that they wanted, considered it a child, even those who have previously had abortions.
We, (myself include) have this tremendous ability to redefine things in order to avoid the uncomfortable truth of situations.
- We raise armies, put them in snazzy uniforms, teach them words like courage, duty, and honor to protect them from the hard truth that they are becoming part of a killing machine. We change the name of the department that they work for from the Department of War to the Department of Defense so that it sounds more acceptable. We glamorize these weapons that are designed to kill massive numbers of people from large distances so that we can comfortably take lives without even seeing the “target.” We come up with slick marketing campaigns that label these with beautiful words like “shield” and “freedom” and dehumanize our opponents with terms like empire of evil. It sounds rather romantic when we are painted with honorable words and the enemy is cast as monsters. Maybe they have been deceived by evil leaders … but who is to say that we have not been deceived as well? How can we avoid the fact that we are killing … people? By redefining war.
- We have developed a nation and a society that was founded and has been maintained through violence. It is glorified in our media (maybe with a long face, but glorified all the same). We color manhood with a broad brush of machismo and leave our daughters completely confused by the mixed messages that we send them. Battle lines have been established between the “haves” and “have-nots,” developing extreme arrogance on the one hand and despair on the other. It is no wonder that we have a society with heinous and violent criminals and victims who demand justice. Justice – a redefined name for vengeance? We disguise the vengeful taking of a life, albeit a guilty life, behind “protecting” the public and call it justice? Are we so quick to decide that a person has no worth? Are they beyond healing? Is there no possibility that this person could not positively impact someone’s life in the future? How can we avoid the fact that we are killing … a person? By redefining justice.
- We are a people devoid of meaningful relationships with few solid role models to teach us the important skill of loving one another. We have defined love as an ideal to be reached or a physical bond that quiets our emptiness if only for a moment. We have lost the concept of love, compassion and grace as a way of life. We strive for the unreachable goal of love and settle for a cheap counterfeit of physical contact. A gift that was created to be the deepest physical bond between loving human beings has been reduced to an instinct driven form of entertainment that instead of developing bonds, creates addiction. The means for lovingly creating life has become a weapon, a crutch, or a poor attempt at imitating intimacy. The life that was intended to bring joy and multiply love has been re-labeled a mistake, a misfortune, an inconvenience. (“religious” families have heaped shame on their children further compounding the confusion) We have redefined an embryo, zygote, and a fetus as just a tissue that is an extension of the mother; therefore not a life with value and a plan (the actual definition calls it an offspring). We use words like reproductive rights and the right of choice to protect women from becoming mommies. In moments of clarity we realize that it might actually be a life, but reason that it would not be fair to bring this child into an “unfit” or “unprepared” family situation or that the child is imperfect and would not have the highest quality of life. We say that we are actually saving lives because women would die in botched attempts to terminate pregnancies. How can we avoid the fact that we are killing … a person? By redefining love.
For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope. (Jeremiah 29;11)
20 years ago, I sat in a rocking chair next to Lynn’s bed at Norfolk General Hospital, rocking and singing to my third son, Andrew Cory, who had passed away before he was born. Andrew’s life, not his death, were a part of God’s plan to renew and restore His creation. Our grief and subsequent healing over the hole that was left in our hearts were the evidence of God’s grace. Our grief counselor at the time told us that the difference in losing an unborn child or an infant is the lack of memories. What is lost is a future and a hope!
The value in any life is that future and hope. When we take a life, we have made a judgement that there is no hope for that person and we reason that we are taking away a hopeless future. God’s plan of rescue is to restore that hope and He wants us to be a part of that.
Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen (Hebrews 11:1)
Let us hold fast the confession of our hope without wavering, for he who promised is faithful. And let us consider how to stir up one another to love and good works, not neglecting to meet together, as is the habit of some, but encouraging one another, and all the more as you see the Day drawing near. (Hebrew 10:23-25)