Was on Garza Snyder Live in DC this afternoon. We kicked off by discussing the response to Rick Santorum's interview with CNN's Piers Morgan about abortion in cases of rape. You know, a little light banter to get things rolling.I thought Morgan's opening question was telling: "On abortion, you did harden your position on that as you got older--why was that?" I would have liked to stop Piers right there and ask why the view in favor of life is the "harder" position. Seems odd. I guess he was teeing the ball for the real question, which was "If you had a daughter who'd been raped and was pregnant and begging you to let her have an abortion, would you really then look her in the eye as her father and say no?"
I was surprised to hear Terri Schiavo’s name come up during last night’s GOP debate. The question was why the government should have more say in medical decisions than a spouse.
I followed the Schiavo case closely and was horrified at its outcome. Terri’s death seemed so completely unnecessary and unbearably cruel. Her parents were eager and able to care for her. There was no written directive or “do not resuscitate” order in place. There was only a husband with another life to live and a judge who thought his robe gave him the authority to make a determination from the bench to end the life of an innocent woman.
It’s ironic that the question had to do with who should have “more say,” when the one person whose life was on the line ended up having no say at all.
I was having a rough day yesterday, so I took a walk. I read somewhere that Smith Wigglesworth did a one-hour prayer walk each day and it seemed to work well for him, so off I went. I was crying out to God – well, whining really – but doesn’t “crying out” sound so much more spiritual? So there I was, crying out to God, when I felt like He asked me a question.
We will have to repent in this generation not merely for the hateful words and actions of the bad people, but for the appalling silence of the good people. Human progress never rolls in on wheels of inevitability, it comes through the tireless efforts of men willing to be coworkers with God, and without this hard work, time itself becomes an ally of the forces of social stagnation. We must use time creatively, in the knowledge that the time is always ripe to do right.
Martin Luther King, Jr.: Letter from a Birmingham Jail
In case you haven’t heard, there’s a huge fight brewing over the so-called “Stop Online Piracy Act” or SOPA (H.R. 3261). The stated purpose of the bill is “to promote prosperity, creativity, entrepreneurship and innovation by combatting the theft of US property.” So far, so good.
On November 19, 1861 (exactly seven score and eight years ago) Abraham Lincoln delivered a 272-word address in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania on a battlefield that just a few months earlier had been soaked with the blood of those who surrendered their lives for the premise that all men are created equal. The nation would endure another full year and nearly five months of bloodshed before the Civil War would finally be over. In the end, 600,000 men would be dead, a President would be assassinated, and a number of states would continue their rebellion against equal treatment under the law for one hundred more years.
It’s still difficult for me to imagine our nation taking up arms to hold itself together.
When I was a little boy, I had bad dreams. All of us do. I dreamt of being chased by monsters, giant scaly beasts with heavy striding legs and huge teeth. I still remember one particular vivid dream where I had hidden myself beneath my bed where I was certain the monster could not possibly know where I was. Yet, I could feel the monster step onto the springs over me and begin to push through the mattress to devour me.
Some of us say we are afraid—afraid as we were the day after 9-11. We are afraid that Obama and his new plan for America means the death knell of liberty in our country.
But I was never afraid on 9-11. Nor am I afraid now. You see, 9-11 made me angry. Righteously angry. And so like in those dark days, Obama does not scare me either. He is stirring to life an urge to resist. He has pulled from the contented, distracted man, a fiery resolution to fight back in the name of everything that I love.
I am not motivated by fear. I am resolutely summoned by invincible love.
In the shadow of the abyss that has presently opened before us, there are premonitions of death, a cold wind that carries the stench of putrefaction into the nostrils of fearful Americans; it is a distant whisper that all is lost. Is this the death knell of the Great Republic? Is this the end of the Last Best Hope? There is much talk now, on the political right and among leaders, and commentators who should know better—talk of Nullification—of attorneys general ignoring the law, as did the South during the Civil Rights Movement, as did the Confederacy in 1861. No thought of Nullification may properly reside in a patriotic American.