Things to Admire

Hello from my kitchen table,

I am fixing breakfast, organizing my day, and pondering what sort of things impress me. Throughout my life, as noted so many time, I question or wonder about most everything. Sometimes it gets me in trouble. Sometimes it causes me concern about things that should require little or no thought. However, that pondering, that introspection has served me well, providing a sense of understanding, a sense of direction, that offers a more beneficial sense of what is needed, of what I should do.

While I am not all that different from most, too often enamored with some of the trends, frills, or gadgets (and I know some who know me well are nodding affirmatively), what I now know is these things are temporary; they are fleeting. Being cooped up has not been as exasperating as I anticipated. In fact, in a line from the Dixie Chicks song “Not Ready to Make Nice,” – “I kinda like it.” Yet it has offered me the chance to step back, focus on work, focus on things around the house that need to be attended to, and focus on getting healthier both in body and spirit. These next few days are birthdays of both my oldest uncle, my father’s eldest brother-in-law. He was born in 1896 and his birthday would be the 11th. My adopted father was born in 1915 on the 14th (which is, by the way, also the birthday of an ex-spouse). Some are always amazed at my propensity for dates, and I guess it has always been that way. One of the other things I have reflected on what, who, and why do I admire things? Perhaps, as importantly, what does it mean to admire something to begin with? Too many times I think we admire things or people because of the way we think something is or how we believe or understand another person to be, but in either case, those decisions are surface level. We are not critical thinkers by nature, unfortunately; we need to be reminded to think and analyze. I know this too well when working with many of my students. The NCLB, Race to the Top, or other well intentioned plans that disintegrated into teaching to the test has too often made critical thought at best an afterthought and at worst, obsolete. I actually addressed some of that in a relatively recent blog. 

More often than not, one of my mantras of late is something like this: things I thought important 30 years ago, I have learned are not that important. On the other hand things I believed to be unimportant 30 years ago are really damn important. I could provide a list, but I think anyone with the longevity of 3 score years plus will understand what I mean. Yet, there is one thing I have learned (at least for me) seems to rise above all other things. Does a person have integrity? Can I trust them? That is the thing that means the most to me. I remember when I first taught at Stout, I had a student who was incredibly talented, perhaps the most capable and one of the smarter students I have ever had in class anywhere, anytime, but they were a first class ass. I remember, not being probably as rhetorical correct as I should have been mentioning in a meeting of students that you could be as fabulously talented and smart as anyone, but if you were not willing to play well with others in the sandbox, I would not hire you. That was not the rhetorically problematic issue. It was I looked straight at this student and the student was looking at me. There could be little doubt to whom I was really addressing that comment. The way I manage that today, some 16 years later is I will tell a student when I believe they have integrity or they are a good person and let them know how much I admire that in them. I admire people willing to look out for others and realize that giving to another usually pays you back in the end. I admire those who are willing to put the other before themselves, to act with a sense of gratitude or graciousness that demonstrates an ability to serve their colleagues, family, friends, or even the stranger. Do I admire other things? Yes, of course; I admire those work hard to advance themselves in a spirit seeing what they do as vocation, as what they do is about more than work, but it is about service. Luther spoke of this specifically on his writing about vocation. All things we do can, and should, be about serving the other, whether that person be an American or someone else. This is a human trait, again, not geographic, not an issue of gender, not related to their socio-economic class. We can still care for ourselves and the other. I believe the MAGA has been a license of selfishness. We are great when we work together. The late Senator John McCain’s last book lays that out quite well; one of the most important quotes seems to reflect some of what I am writing here. In that book, titled, The Restless Wave, McCain writes,

The moral values and integrity of our nation, and the long, difficult, fraught history of our efforts to uphold them at home and abroad, are the test of every American generation. Will we act in this world with respect for our founding conviction that all people have equal dignity in the eyes of God and should be accorded the same respect by the laws and governments of men? That is the most important question history ever asks of us.

While he is addressing it to our country’s moral fiber, I am thinking about it as more of an individual commitment. Values and integrity define a person. As I have noted in both my classes and in a published chapter. I believe ethics, which we most often classify as a noun, should be a verb. Ethics are the what we do with our values, our morals, and when we act or practice our morals and values through our actions, we are being ethical; we are doing ethics. Making ethics merely a noun moves us away from action. It attacks our integrity because we merely make the values and morals we profess lip service. This has been a difficult lesson for me to learn and to internalize, but I have learned to do it by watching others who act that way. While it is dangerous to name people, there are a couple of people I would like to mention. Tom and Elaine Lacksonen, my former neighbors in Menomonie, are such people. They were fantastic colleagues, and even kinder or more wonderful neighbors. They are astounding parents, raising three equally astounding children. Mark Decker, my colleague from both Wisconsin and here at Bloomsburg is another. He is principled and honest beyond most anyone I have ever met. All three have taught me more than they will ever know. I am blessed by them and grateful beyond words. There are certainly others, but I do not want to do an entire laundry list if you will. I have also had students who have exhibited similar integrity. Anton, who is live and well back in Denmark is also an example. I have noted before, there is not one time during his entire stay that I questioned his actions or did not trust him. He is honest beyond what I have ever witnessed in a 16/17 year old. Therefore, deep-down, and more than most anything else, I admire and need integrity from the other person. 

In spite of needing it, and I have worked hard to develop it, I am not sure I ever feel I achieve it as much as I hope. As I write this I think back to when I have failed to maintain it has much as I wish I had. One of the things I have found most important is to be honest with my failures and take accountability of my shortcomings. I hate that accountability, but when I do it, I am able to ask forgiveness and move on. I admire those who are able to remain married and true to a partner for the remainder of their lives. To do some takes an almost other-worldly love I believe. It too is based on trust, as well as unparalleled patience and devotion to something that is bigger than the sum of the two single parts. Last year in rhetoric class, a student asked me how it was, in my opinion, that people could be married for 50+, 60+ years? I said they must have been 12 when they were married. Then I admitted I was probably not the person to ask because I failed at it twice. Then I paused and said, They must be able to remember how much they love the other on the day they really do not like them or even detest them. When they are asking why in the world did they marry them? If they can remember why they love them in the midst of that, they will remain together. That is hard work; that is commitment. They have my admiration. Again, I think of two of my high school classmates, Randy and Denise Carlson. He was the most polite, kind, and good person in high school. She was sweet, open, and willing to accept anyone. They were probably even what we called junior high (now middle school) sweethearts. They are still married and adore each other. They give me hope in a world where such commitment is the exception rather than the rule. There are other couples like my first host family the year I traveled on the Lutheran Youth Encounter team. Lee and Judy Swenson are still in my life and still married. They taught me more in the few weeks I was in Newton, IA over 40 years ago than they perhaps even realize now. They have been my support and anchor more than I could ever express. What a gift it was to end up in their home that first week we were out on tour. 

While I admire many things, some because of their beauty, some because of their sentimental value, or some because of their basic awesomeness (if I can use that word), what I admire most is simple beauty, value tested by time, and those in whom I can place my trust and confidence without fear they will shatter or damage it. It is not about brilliance, popularity, or status. As Shania Twain wrote, “That don’t impress me much.” I admire a person I have known since the sandbox. She listens, ponders, and has been a constant source of inspiration for me. She is beautiful and her friendship is priceless, a value has been tested by 60 years time. Even more so, she is intelligent, thoughtful, and giving. She is someone I trust and for all those reasons someone I admire. It has been a gift to be friends for so much of my life. Again, I have been blessed by some amazing people and wonderful experiences. It is nice to have things and people to admire. I hope you are safe and sound. One of the more comforting and haunting pieces of music I have ever heard, and admire also is Samuel Barber’s Adagio for Strings. Enjoy and bless you.

Thank you for reading as always,

Dr. Martin

One More Light – How Do We Remember?

Hello from my study/office/refuge,

It is amazing the amount of time I am spending on responding to classes, to papers, to phone calls, to focusing intently on each and everything I do. I am not complaining at all, but it seems that every moment of my day, with the exception of getting a walk in and fixing something to eat, is consumed by school. BOLT, email, and response are the linchpins of my day. To get away I have taken to cleaning out every drawer, closet, or space that have been on my need-to-do list. What has happened to me, and perhaps a bit surprisingly, is that I am enjoying this time to be alone and focus. I am uncharacteristically content working on things that need to be done and just keep working away. I seem as content as I have been in a long time. I have wondered at times what it would be to adopt a monastery-type existence. In someway, this is what being self-isolated feel like. When I lived in the Upper Peninsula, it was possible to do a spiritual retreat with the Byzantine monks at Holy Transfiguration Skete. If you signed up to do such a retreat, you were required to give up your technology for that period. There was more than once I wondered if such a spiritual discipline would have been in order. While I have my technology, and I am quite dependent on it to do my job, there is an isolation that is cleansing for me. I am eating less, walking more, and managing the necessary things generally well. 

I listened to an interview with Dr. Deborah Birx, the infectious disease specialist on the Corona Task Force, earlier this evening, and she commented on the importance of remembering each single digit in the statistics is a person. This is a human catastrophe that is unfolding as a medical crisis. It is about people, families; it is about loss and tragedy. Each person has value, regardless their station in life. I am still stunned by those who want to downplay this as some overblown thing. While there seems to be less finger-pointing in terms of this being a ploy, an article across a number of news outlets today noted that evangelical Christians want to blame and punish the Chinese. Before we push that narrative, we might want to consider another previous world health issue, the H1N1 Swine Flu. By the end of that pandemic, which came from the U.S., there were 60.8 million cases. And, perhaps more significantly, this flu continues to re-emerge annually, so our flu is the gift that keeps on giving. Yet, I do not remember anyone trying to say we should be blamed. This is not a time for blame; it is a time to respond as humans, as a global community. Again, it seems that Matthew 25:34-40 might be worth considering. How do we treat the other? This has been a recurring theme of my blog from the outset. Medical necessity always seems to bring out the best and the worst of our humanity. As I have worked to focus on something positive as of late, there is evidence on a number of fronts that we should have (and must do) better. Yet, we cannot create a world like the movie Groundhog Day. On the other hand, my daily routine this past week seems to indicate I might be living that movie. If only Andie MacDowell were here. 

I think the most disconcerting part of our current situation is the level of uncertainty that we are faced with on a daily basis. I know what I need to do for myself, and I know what I have to do in terms of managing my own thing, but beyond that, there is no certainty about anything. As many know, I was scheduled to go to Poland and teach in the fall. Now that seems unlikely, so I have been working to revise my plans, those plans will affect the next three years, not merely next semester. What is in store for the fall in terms of what we do educationally. How far can we actually plan ahead? What will the fall semester look like? How much of our world will be done face-to-face and how much will still require social distancing? Might social distancing be more appropriate for immunocompromised people like me? Will I have to worry about others and will they be too concerned about me to allow any sort of normal interaction? These are all things I wonder? We can undoubtedly believe that there will be some sort of vaccine as I am sure pretty much every pharmaceutical company is hoping to be the first to have their drug approved by the FDA. I wish I had a crystal ball to know which company to invest some money into their stock. Of course, if I knew some Congressional personnel, I am sure their insider knowledge would be of assistance, not that any of them would ever do something so heinous (hello Sen. Burr, Chair of the Senate Intelligence Committee, the committee responsible to most ardently defend the President during the recent impeachment trial). I know I am supposed to be kind, but dang it!! It seems the rules are applied so differently inside the Beltway. And when Tucker Carlson calls on him to resign, that is quite a thing. 

As ordinary Americans, or citizens of other countries, we depend on those in power to protect us, not only from military threats and conflicts, but even more so in times of tragedy and uncertainty. We have believed in our government for the last 240 years, at least a great majority of the time, because we trusted the moral fiber of those in charge. It is in the most profound moments that we realize what we need, what we expect, what we depend on. As of today, there are more than 1.5 million cases with almost 90,000 fatalities (and those are those who have been tested). There is still a phenomenal shortage in testing abilities, so these figures are possibly profoundly understated. Today in some of my cleaning, I found the obituaries for both my mother and my sister. Amazing how so many years are reduced to a few paragraphs in a newspaper. The complexity of our lives seems to deserve so much more. When I think about my own relatives, it is difficult to not think about how 731 people in a single city might be remembered when we are not allowed to gather to mourn them. How do they not get lost in the statistics of this time? Memory is one of the 5 rhetorical canons, but I think it is the most significant of the canons. Memory is what makes us unique as humans, at least to the degree we connect memory to so many other things. Things like smell or sound can spark a memory. Sight and touch can do the same. Every sense we have has the possibility of invoking a memory of someone, something, or sometime. To this day two soft poached eggs, a piece of toasted bread, and a half of a grapefruit takes me back to 4547 Harrison Street and my life as a small boy living at my grandmother’s house. It is the first house I remember. It still has an address, but the home I lived in no longer exists, but there are moments, a smell in my own home reminds me of that incredibly homey place. The picture at the beginning of this post is her. It was when she was about 19 years old. 

I have noted before that there are things in my own yard, in my home, that I have subconsciously created that take me back to that home. It was a place of safety. Perhaps that is what we need to create in this time. How do we find safety in a time when everything around seems less than safe? I want to be more than a moment or a fleeting memory. I have at times felt the presence of my grandmother even though she has been gone for more than 40 years. There is nothing fleeting about her. It was through her love and care that her presence is felt. She was an incredible person, and yet one with flaws. After my grandfather died in August of 1958, she struggled with alcoholism, but she would conquer that difficulty. With the support of her elder sister and AA, she moved beyond and spent the rest of her life managing a successful bakery business and completely committed to loving her grandchildren. She also was active in Eastern Star, participating both in her chapter and at the state level. She is still my light. She is still the person I model some of my behavior after. It is my hope that all who are mourning the loss of someone during this difficult time have an opportunity to use their experiences, the ability to engage their memories, and the strength to hold on to the promise that even though they are gone they are present. It is hard to take courage at this time. It is easy to feel small. It is easy to be overwhelmed to feel lost in the midst of it all. How do we dig deep in times like this? We do it together. We allow our true spirit, our true colors to shine through. 

Believe and take heart that there are better days ahead. Together we will do this. Thanks for reading as always. Peace and Comfort to all who are mourning in this time. 

Dr. Martin

Unexpected Opportunities

Hello from my kitchen table,

I am back home and breakfast is in the oven, yet another version of a frittata. That will provide breakfast leftovers for a few days. My drive back yesterday was quiet, isolated, and uneventful – all good things. I took a somewhat circuitous route to get home driving through Virginia, into West Virginia, and up 81 to Enola and then 15/11 back to Bloomsburg. I stopped once for gas and did grab a soda. I got home at dusk, so I accomplished what I had hoped to do. Stay on less populated roads and home by dark. I unloaded the car, brushed my teeth and looked into Anton’s room. I knew that would be difficult, but I made it through after a good cry. His room was spotless, his bed made more neatly than he probably ever did, and it looked much like the day he arrived. When I got up this morning all the doors to rooms are open and it seems eerily quiet, but yet his presence is still felt. There are things in the house that will forever be reminders of my one-person Danish invasion. As I noted before, Anton’s presence brought back many remembrances of my time at Dana College, and the Danish culture I first learned to admire there. It’s given me a multitude of reasons to return to Denmark after almost four decades.

As I consider the bigger picture of what is happening, it would be simple to focus on the more malevolent aspects of this pandemic, but is there another more helpful, and maybe even reasonable way to consider our global situation? There are always other ways to imagine all of this, but can we be both optimistic and guarded? Can we be hopeful, and not be Pollyannish or disingenuous? That is the path I hope to take as I imagine the world on the other side of this global crisis. I have argued from the outset that we need to look at this as a human problem, an issue that goes beyond race, geography, socio-economics, religion, or governmental structure. It is a time when we need the most brilliant of our educators, our economists, our medical professionals, or those in logistics to work together creating a strategy and path forward. But it is able more than surviving this lethal virus, it is to prepare together for the next global issue to confront us because it is not a matter of if, but of when. Even this can sound pessimistic, but if we take the time to think, to prepare, to work side by side, which is something sorely lacking nationally in most cases, perhaps what comes out of it is a more compassionate, a more charitable, and a more accommodating country. It seems at times we are more likely to be such a nation when we are working internationally, though I believe the MAGA theme has more than tarnished a reputation of a welcoming and caring nation. Before you think I have no appreciation for taking care of things within our borders, I do, but it seems too often we fail there also. Therefore, it is often too easy to pretend, and our introspection is a failed veil of selfishness at best, and incredible greed at the worst. Again, some examples in the past week of both are plainly apparent.

What are some of the opportunities that I allude to in my title? When we are to be locked down or isolated as much as possible, we seem to not even do that systematically as a country. Last night in speaking with my sandbox friend, she noted how many things in my hometown area are continuing as usual. The lack of forethought is, for me and should be for most, stunning. This is especially the case when the resulting illness and possible mortality seems much more economically consequential than shuttering businesses for a month or so. Again, if I am that small business owner, I realize that statement is more profound. I am sure that some incredible local businesses will close here. That is, it appears, because in spite of the Sharpie signature on the 2.2 Trillion, or the promises of quick relief and support, the tortoise looks like the best rapid movement we have. The arrival of small business loans (SBL), 60 day moratoriums on various loans, and the $1,200.00 checks all got lost in the mail, or did not get mailed at all. So again, I ask the question, where are the opportunities? Speaking with a second former classmate during my drive on Saturday, she noted that there is always pain in a birthing process. She, like the person I noted in a previous blog, has this incredible and profoundly spiritual intuition about the world around her. She too believes we have unparalleled possibilities to work toward a more just, inclusive, and verdant world should we choose the path of compassion first. What if we make some choices to share first and hope that our charity might be reciprocated? What if we use our goodness and bounty for the good of others? It seems somewhat logical that what can happen on an individual basis might actually occur on a local basis, and then a state to state basis and beyond.

I believe in my own heart that is the best and more likely way we might do more than survive this crisis. I am not (seems I am not so many more things than I am) an economist; I do not have an in-depth understanding of global markets, logistics, or trade policy, but our current world, seeming a wee bit cut-throat and dishonest at best, might need to reconsider the less than stellar plan in current use. One of the things I do have some expertise in is rhetorical strategy. How can we persuade people to trust each other to work together? Well, perhaps a logical place to begin is by looking at the contagious nature of Covid-19, and the resulting mortality. As I noted in my last blog, it does not seem to be the most lethal of the recent viruses, but when you take the number of cases and consider the aggregate, 100s of thousands or millions of people dying is quite lethal. Yesterday an Op-Ed posted on ABC news written by Tom Bossert, a former Homeland Security advisor to President George W. Bush offered a sense of stability and hope. If you did not see the article, (Click Here) and it should open in a new window. I believe it is a recipe for hope. I think what is important to consider is the same political question that has plagued us since our nation’s inception. How do we work together as fifty pieces of a national problem? How do we manage the needs of 330,000,000 people when there are fifty arguments being made for whom or what is most important? This is a microcosm of the global issue. We are one country of the 157 who are fighting this currently. We need to work together with organizations like the WHO with our allies and other partners to manage this in a concerted and thoughtful way. We need to understand that allowing people to die (and I do understand allowing is a loaded term) because they are old, less economically able, or because their health care systems are not developed is a long-term recipe (and maybe not as long-term as we think) for extinction. 

We have an opportunity (and I would argue unprecedented need) to work together as never before. We need to reach across state boundaries, our Northern or Southern boundary, across our ocean boundaries and we need to focus on the health and care (in all avenues) of all the world’s people. If we will do that, it is possible that many of the other petty arguments, which often become bigger, might be erased? If we look at the other as such as important as we ourselves, what might we accomplish? I do not believe this is simple idealism at this point, it is about our global survival. It is about not allowing the world to turn into utter chaos. All of the gold in Fort Knox will not save us from this virus. We cannot buy our way out of this. I continue to read as much as I can because I believe we need to ponder, contemplate, and question how the best way to move forward is. This is what I believe we can rightfully expect of our Federal government, but as the President seems to cede authority noting that the Federal government is “reaching the limits of authority to alter the trajectory of the outbreak” (Peoples, Colvin, Miller, ABC News 6 APR 2020), states are left to their own devices. Yet those devices are to battle each other. This is not a strategy. The strategy needed is a strong balance of central authority that puts a workable plan in place and then allows the states the flexibility to manage their own localities. If the President follows his own pattern, which seems to be “delegating significant responsibility to state leaders and the business community, Trump can continue to approach his job as he often has: as a spectator pundit-in-chief, watching events unfold on television with the rest of the nation and weighing in with colorful Twitter commentary” (Ibid.). Again, the President has an opportunity to make a real difference not only nationally, but globally. I would argue by putting others on a level of equal importance and treating them we respect we actually make ourselves greater and more valuable. It is a pretty simple concept. When you do what people need and do it both with care as well as effectiveness, you make their lives better. This is a global possibility also. If we take the lead on this, amazing how much we might help both others and ourselves. It is not about altruism, but rather it is about decency. That is the real opportunity we have. Can we move beyond name calling, beyond blaming, beyond senseless self-promotion and make the world a truly more equitable and kind world? I believe that is the opportunity. I believe it is a necessity because if we do not what happens on the other side might be something most of us are nowhere ready for. I hope we forge ahead with the sense of decency, a sense of justice for all people, and a sense of believing all life has value. That raises another interesting issue, which I will not pursue too greatly, but for a party who argues all life is sacred in a Pro-life ideographic manner, perhaps it is time to make sure it is about all life, everyone’s life, regardless any other identifying marker except they are human. While there are all sorts of issues with some of the people in this video, it seems like an apropos thing to end this blog with, but this time it is about more than Africa.

Thank you as always for reading. 

Michael (one simple life)

Thinking about the Future

Hello from the Halfshell,

While I am still in Cape Charles, I will be headed back to Bloomsburg tomorrow. I did have the opportunity to speak with Anton today, though it was strange to speak to him through Whatsapp and with a Danish phone number. He had slept almost 15 hours, but he spoke about how bizarre if felt for him to feel like a bit of a stranger in his own home, his own town, and even in his own land. I assured him that his reacclimation was normal, and there would be more of those times over the next days. I am more interested in what his parents will think about their maturing, growing, and differently thinking only son. There is the couple of inches he grew, which are apparent immediately; there is the about 25 pounds he gained, which he manages to hide well, at least to everyone except his grandmother. She told him at Christmas his cheeks had gotten chubby. It is actually quite amusing for him to tell that story. It was nice to chat with him and he was so gracious about thanking me for his time. As I told him, it is something we did together. I had quite the supporting cast between Ellena, who was there his first morning of school, to Lennon and Lexie, who gave him magnets the first day, which both surprised and pleased him through their kind gift,  and to Marcus, whose friendship was most instrumental in his year also. There are numerous females, most of whom I did not meet, but whose names I would hear regularly, and some incredible faculty at CCSD as well as Mr. B., his guidance counselor. To Kevin Haile and Kathy Bates (I hope I have spelled that correctly), Anton’s involvement in both the band and the musical were life changing for him. His start into tennis was both enjoyable and exciting for him and it is unfortunate he was not able to see that happen. Even his quick foray into wrestling was a good thing for him. I have nothing but positive things to say about his experience (and mine) with the Central Columbia School District. Thank you!!

It seems most of my other conversations today had to do with the condition of our world, and I choose those words carefully and intentionally. It is our world, and we are both responsible and accountable for what we choose to do at this time. While I am not a scientist, an epidemiologist, or a climatologist, I think this situation is related to all of these things. I have done some reading, and while it does appear that the COVID -19 virus is not as lethal (but we are still in the midst of it, so that is a preliminary consideration), it is much more contagious. MERS took about 2.5 years to infect 1,000 people; SARS took about 130 days, and the current virus took 48 days. That is a significant difference. While lethality is seemingly lower, it is still lethal as is evidenced by the daily statistics (World Economic Forum in cooperation with Reuters). What happens when it is more contagious and we have no consistent plan in place to stop the spread. While social distancing is being encouraged, and just today the Corona Taskforce is recommending masks, there are still some states, defying all logic, that still have no distancing measures in place.

And yet, our future is a bit hazy it seems. I do not believe there is a single aspect of our society that will not be affected by this. That is not the hazy part; in fact, I would assert that is abundantly clear. Back on March 6th, I noted for my online students that we might be in a different world after break. A couple of my students wanted to question my sanity and believed I was fear mongering. I noted that some of them referred to me as “batshit crazy,” which might be a cruel irony if this coronavirus does actually originate in bats. I noted about two and a half weeks ago that I believed by this time we would be basically shut down as a society. I hate being prophetic, but even more so, this is one of the times I am sad to be quite accurate. I think the consequence of this pandemic will rock all of us to our core. I do not even know what that means as I write it, but as I told my colleague as we walked around Cape Charles this evening (we saw maybe 5 or 6 people out and they or we would cross the street to distance ourselves), I believe all of this will play out in a most amazing way as we move forward. I think the avalanche of job losses, the change in the housing market again, the struggle to recover from the insurance losses, and many other things will be profoundly more catastrophic to our economy and health system. I think what it will do, and is doing to education at all levels, but most undoubtedly to higher education, will force the change to how we manage and pay for college that we have been unwilling to make. What it will do to our governmental structures and how it will affect who we elect might not be as extreme as we might think, but I believe the questioning of the status quo in Washington will be scrutinized in ways it hasn’t been for a generation or three.

Some of my closest friends have noted they do not even want to read anything at this point. I find it difficult to read, but I feel compelled to do so. I am unwilling to be fed whatever those in power want me to swallow. I make myself read from both sides of the political fence and then I compare and contrast what I hear. As I tell my students, all news is biased. Someone is paying for it and there is an agenda. That does not mean it is not true, but rather it is slanted. That is not a right or left thing, it is a human thing. We are not without our preferences, and there is no pure altruism. That is how it works. I wish I could be more altruistic; I wish I could be more kind and forgiving at times. As we move beyond this (whatever that means), what will we find on the other side? I think the viruses and the contagion that will be more the rule than the exception might be upon us. What has a change in global temperature done? What can it do beside melt glaciers? What happens when we mash 54,000 people into a square mile (the population of Mumbai)? India, btw, is the 31st most densely populated country in the world, which surprised me. I thought it would be higher. One of the larger most densely populated countries is Bangladesh (with apologies to Tuhin, Shyer, Sakub, Sadman, and Ayesha), which neighbors India,  but is three times as densely populated at 1,252 people per squared KM. When you have that many people in a confined space and you have a virus, the result is simple: it will readjust population in ways perhaps never witnessed or imagined. As I noted in my last blog, we are not ready to imagine or deal with such a change. We are too busy trying to manage the immediate it seems to deal with the future. We are arguing the number of masks, the number of ventilators, whether or not 3M should do something or not do something, whether or not GM is doing all it can. As we argue and bicker the logistics and the politics of this, the virus continues to do what it does. It does not take the weekend off. It does not care who is in charge or not in charge. It merely spreads from place to place and person to person. Meanwhile, many in this country still want to argue this is inconvenient. I am reminded of Scrooge in Dickens’ famous Christmas story. When told by Bob Cratchit that many would rather die than go to institutions for the poor, he answered, “If they would rather die, let them do so and decrease the surplus population.” Or I am reminded of Markus Zusak’s narrator in his YA novel, The Book Thief. For those who have not read the book, I would recommend it, but the narrator is Death. Death after giving Liesel her book back, she reads it and sits with Death. As she speaks to Death asking if it all made sense, Death can only tell her one thing, “I am haunted by Humans.” I am sure whether or not you believe in a creator or death, but either entity should be confounded by our incredible self-centeredness.

I have been pushed beyond my comfort zone these last days trying to realize that, as least up until now, I have been inconvenienced and nothing more. I was able to get Anton where he needed to go and he is home. I have been able to manage my classes with some additional work, but nothing more. I have been able to have heat, light, warmth, electricity, food, water, and gasoline for my car. So what is really that different? At the moment, not much, but what is yet to come? I must admit there is trepidation and some fear. What will happen to our freedoms we so take for granted? What will happen to a lifestyle we have come to expect, even demand? What are the changes that might occur from movement to ownership, from working to interacting and communicating? What will happen to the idea of planning for a future and might we merely be able to manage what is in the present? All of this seems like a movie much like the ones I generally avoid. There have been other moments when I have noted I am glad I am in my sixties. I think that is perhaps the case yet again. I wish I could feel more positive, because generally I am. I think what is positive is we are being required to step back and consider the consequences of a lifestyle and consumerism of all things. I appreciate my comforts as much as the next, but perhaps it is time to ask what am I willing to give up? What am I willing to do to allow others hope? While I found the Lt. Governor of Texas comments a bit alarmist, perhaps there is more to what he said than I want to imagine. I shudder to think we might put values on an individual based on their social worth. Yet, it has happened before, and not that long ago. It seems there is more leaning toward that than one would hope. Again, I am reminded of my travels. My trips to Auschwitz put the decision over life and death in the most somber of terms. As the Jews departed the railway cars, a single person decided their fate with the movement of a finger. Are we there again, and if so, how will the world deal with this? Indeed, I am haunted by humans.

And yet, I have hope we might do the right thing. Thank you for reading.

Dr. Martin

From Days to Hours to Alone

Hello from a quiet Halfshell,

I am sitting in the dining room and I have worked at the table or walked back and forth to the kitchen since getting up after about a 3 1/2 hours of sleep. I left the house last night with Anton for the Baltimore airport. It was raining and a steady wind of 35-40 mph made the initial trip both uncomfortable and a bit hazardous. After a drive of about 8 1/2 hours round trip, with a stop for gas, he is currently over the Atlantic toward Frankfurt as  I write this. The previous 36 hours were a bit of a jumble trying to get him home to Humlebaek. However, we were finally able to get him on a flight from Baltimore to Chicago to Frankfurt and finally home to Copenhagen. It is quiet, and that is okay because I have also been able to nap and throw myself into work. A couple of phone calls and a reach out to help a colleague or two with a variety of things and it is all as well as can be. 

Last night as we got into the car and began to drive toward Baltimore, Anton noted that he could remember the first ride with me from Philadelphia to Bloomsburg in great detail. He remembered me standing at the bottom of the stairwell as he came into the baggage area with my sign with crossed American and Danish flags and a small, but succinct statement, Anton Velkommen til Amerika (in fact, he left that sign on the kitchen table before he left Bloomsburg for me). He noted that I seemed like a nice person and he was happy because he did not want to have to live with an asshole all year. We laughed. We spoke about his worrying about his language and he noted that he had to think about everything he wanted to say so much more carefully. We agreed we could not have been matched better had they specifically tried to do it. Later this morning after walking up, I spoke with our YFU person and I told her there was nothing I would change from the year; it was about as perfect as I could want. As I got back to Strawberry, it was good I was so tired, I merely went to sleep for a few hours. The rest of the day, I have thrown myself into my work, and some cooking. It has been productive and I have considered staying up, but I think a good night’s sleep with serve me well . . . and back: I did sleep pretty well last night and slept in a bit this morning. Anton is finally home. I got a picture from his mother. He had one last snafu, and was rebooked 7 hours later from Frankfurt to Copenhagen, but he is now home. He will probably sleep for a day. While I am here in Cape Charles, there is not a lot to do: work, cook, walk, sleep, and repeat. That is not a bad thing. I am spending extra time on each assignment to give my students as much feedback as I can. 

It is sunshiny here on the shore today, and I think a long walk is definitely in store for before the sun goes down. Maybe some pictures of the sunset. As I listen to all of the reports, I try to limit and focus. Contrary to what many of you may think, I have been impressed with the briefings the last couple of days. Further, while I fall into those who struggle with many things currently happening, it does seem we are finally all getting on the same page (save 5 states , three of which are close to my heart because it is where I grew up. They still have no social distancing guidelines from their governors). I particularly appreciated how both Dr. Birx and Dr. Fauci provided as clear of an understanding of why and how we approached things the way we did as I have heard to date. I believe they were thoughtful, measured, and honest in the what-ifs and the where we are. Also, to my sister-in-law (who really is like a sister), this will shock you, but I am even impressed with how the President has conducted himself over the last few days. This is what I believe we need as a country. One can be optimistic and truthful at the same time. I think perhaps he has gotten there. I do believe we are in for a rough haul. This is not an issue of fault or specific actions, but it is the reality of a virus that is virulent, pervasive, and deadly. I have never been a conspiracy theorist. I generally refuse to go down such paths. Maybe it is my core idealism; maybe it is I do not want to live my life overshadowed by fear, suspicion, and a general isolation that would occur from such a position. In part, my rejection of that is because it is how I grew up. My life had a price tag on everything. There was the saying of my father, which I do believe is true: there are no free lunches. That side I could, and can abide. The otherside, however, held a readily apparent price tag, and, unfortunately, the cost was beyond anything you could repay. It was a sort of psychological/emotional indentured servitude, exacerbated by a meanness that made my servitude incredibly painful, hurtful, and demoralizing. Regularly during this past almost month, the specter of a pandemic has really been at the forefront of my thoughts. The way I have thought about it, however, has focused on the human cost, not only in a loss of life, but in how it has changed how we see each other. This returned me to the idea of decency, compassion, and justice. The upper estimates of mortality, in just this country, are staggering. If we hit that mark, that is slightly over 7 percent of our population. I doubt there would be a single family in our entire country who is not affected by such a scenario. Then there is the economic cost on all sorts of levels. First, something I have considered, perhaps from being a pastor, if the majority of those who pass have life insurance, what will that do to the insurance industry, and those companies insure more than our lives. Second, there is the employment (now becoming unemployment) figures, which are also staggering. Third, there will be bankruptcies, foreclosures, health costs. And all of this is the tip of the iceberg. 

Over the last days, the New England Patriots sent a private jet to China to get a million masks, the Russians have sent us an entire cargo plane of medical supplies, and God only knows who else has offered to help us. It is reminiscent of some of the goodwill I believe we received post 911. The 2.2 trillion dollar package of subsidies from the Federal government is socialism; this is the economic reality of what has happened, and it is necessary, but let’s be honest about what we are doing. We are working both on democratic and socialist principles. Socialism in its purest form provided housing, a safety net of some job and the necessities of life. I realize there is more complexity to all of this, but . . . That is precisely what we are trying to do right now. Many who are arguing against such processes or any socialist tendencies are at the front of the line demanding the government save them. My point is not to say this should or should not happen, but philosophically, let’s be honest. Again, in a sense of transparency, I am fortunate beyond words. I can do my job from my table. I can keep my health insurance. I can pay my bills and I am incredibly fortunate. I have access to others by phone, social messaging, and even video. I have taken the time to reach out to many and yet, I believe I should do more. I plan to use my cooking enjoyment to help others. I think it is something I can deliver, maintain, distancing and make a difference. Thinking about how to manage that as I am shuttered up here in Cape Charles. 

While this previous paragraph might sound less than optimistic, I am feeling positive. I think this compels us to think about the other in ways we often should, but frequently do not because it requires intentionality. I also spoke with a former colleague who has incredibile intuition. She is one of the most talented and brilliant women I have ever been blessed to have in my life. She is spiritual and insightful in ways that sometimes cause me pause, but her ability to use what she does for good has always been apparent.  She shared some important thoughts about our earth and the consequences of our actions. I can say everything she noted makes profound sense. We have abused our environment. Perhaps this is both our earth and creation’s way of forcing us to rethink our selfishness, our arrogance, or our practice of doing what we want with no consequence. For so long, I have been somewhat schizophrenic (not intentionally) or less than disciplined about caring for this world. Maybe all of this is our own personal wake-up calls. 

What I think I can say with some surety at this point is simple: our world is changed by this. Whether it is an example of an “in-your-face,” slap along the side of our collective heads or something more profound, I believe the idea that we will go back to business as usual is a bit misguided. We cannot be unprepared in the future, but if we do not take better care of ourselves, each other, and our planet, I believe we could find ourselves on the receiving end of a serious ass kicking. I have noted that each generation since I was small experienced an event that has transformed our understanding of our world. For me as an eight year old, it was sitting in front of my television watching the aftermath of an assassination. In 1986, it was a generation of teachers and students watching the Challenger explode after a chilly morning take-off. For those who are now are approaching their 40th, it was the attack on us in New York City, Washington, D.C., and in a field in Pennsylvania. The previous three were more a national phenomenon, though felt beyond the country. This is something beyond the proportion we have known since WWII. The belief that we are in a war might be accurate, but this is a different enemy. It is an enemy that attacks all of us; it is an enemy that has no feelings, no morals, no discrimination. It is an enemy that cares nothing for or about us. 

As I write this, I am still optimistic. I continue to learn. During this past 7 months, I was taught so much by the presence of an incredible young man. Anton was the ideal son, house guest, and person. He is brilliant. He has an incredible heart. He is thoughtful and has a goodness to him that is unmatched by many. He brought me so much joy. While I am happy beyond words he is safely home in Humlebaek, the acre will be quiet when I get home. Yet, the person I am because of him continues to be a better person. Du kom ind i mit liv med en vis frygt, men du rejser med en amerikansk forælder. Jeg er ærefrygt for dig, Anton, og jeg elsker dig dybt. Tak, charmer!! It seems our world is calling out and it is time to listen. 

Thank you for reading; now back to work.

Dr. Martin

Just What Do We Have?

Hello from Strawberry Street,

We made the decision to get closer to Baltimore for a Wednesday departure and yet, try to enjoy Anton’s last couple of days. It was almost like being in the twilight zone as we drove through metropolitan areas and saw no cars across 8 lanes of traffic for miles at a time. With more than enough food and snacks in the car, except for one gas stop, we made it to Mayberry on the Eastern Shore. We will distance easily here because it is off season and most everything is closed. Some of the regular haunts allow you to phone and they will bring it to the door or deliver. Yet, those who know me, know I am more than content to cook at home and play in the kitchen. After I get him to the airport, I will return to this little quiet place for a bit. 

As we battle the reality of something we supposedly had a good handle on, it is evident that we are not as prepared as we hoped. This is not about who did or did not do something, it is the reality of covid-19. To hear from one of our more credible national voices this morning as he predicts the possibility of 200,000 (his current high estimate) deaths from this is beyond frightening (Reuters, 29 Mar 2020). The death toll doubled in two days, now more than 2,300. So what do we have? Where do we stand? Certainly, it appears the bureaucracy snafu of accessing national stockpiles is a problem. Certainly, it appears that our National Government is actually bidding against the very states they argue should take the lead on treatment for equipment. Certainly, it appears there are difficulties in coordinating a national strategy, so spokespeople at every level are increasingly struggling to answer questions about treatment and safety. Finally, the reality of numbers is simple. We have the most reported cases in the world and predictions of being in the millions with deaths in the 100s of thousands will more than match any pandemic movie out there. However, this is no movie. 

Some, from high school friends to relatives, have questioned the appropriateness of my posting, questioning, and arguing some of what is occurring on a daily basis. I respect their feelings, and even when their logic seems a bit difficult for me to wrap my own head around, I will still listen, but as has been my way from childhood, I will question the why. What do we have at this unpredictable time? We have our incredibly, significant Constitutional ability to speak and question. That is the role of both the Fourth Estate and the citizenry, and I think it is most apropos when what happens affects the very human existence of those same citizens (and unfortunately, that is not hyperbole at the moment). Many of my friends, as well as acquaintances and family, ask why I always question and why I find the need to find logic in everything. Even during the past couple weeks, people have asked if I really get upset at things. I do get upset; I get passionate; and I am much more sensitive than many would imagine. I know very well why I am throwing myself into both my classes and into the national corona debate. It helps me manage the other changes in my life currently. 

The struggle between States Rights (Anti-Federalists) and the Federalists shaped the Constitutional Convention, and even though there was ultimately a vote, the question has really never been settled. We continually try to implement what we understood and how changing contexts and situations require reconsideration. This pandemic and our response or debate is nothing new. We can look at the Spanish Flu epidemic, but President Wilson had a very hand-off practice, and in fact, he did not speak to the country once (Analysis, NYT 28 Mar 2020). Of course, he was also managing the end of WWI, so there was a difference. I also think we were a very different citizenry at that point. I am not sure there was, at least to the degree, a typical schizophrenic public that wants everything from their government, but does not want to pay for it. I know that statement is a tough one, and one that will raise some red flags, but that is how I see our general national personality today. Suffice it to say, I could put together quite a montage to support this assertion. One the other hand, when we have a global crisis (and that is what I believe corona is), the appropriate level of response is our Federal Government. As I noted in a recent blog, at least in terms of focusing a national conversation, a decade ago, the National Institutes of Health made this very argument. This is why effective communication and a clear strategy is of such importance. National communication, especially now, is about comfort; it is about allaying public fear; it is to shore up the concerns of a diverse public over an expansive space, providing a sense of security in insecure times. Creating a sense of singularity of purpose needs to come from the Chief Executive(s). It is not by accident that I included the S parenthetically. I can be convinced that some governors are not making the President’s position enviable. Conversely, I am pretty sure that stream flows both ways to use the President’s inference, whether that is conjecture or not. The virus is not attacking states based on their political color; it’s attacking states. From Louisiana to California, from Pennsylvania to Kansas, there is no rhyme nor reason for the indiscriminate corona reaper’s process. We know how it spreads and as such can try to minimize it. I think there is a difference between what the Government does and how the President sees “their versus his” role in all of this. Perhaps that is where the rub is. Perhaps the second rub is how he has at times threatened Federal intervention (e.g. Chicago violence, homelessness in California, individual military justice cases), which certainly oversteps the sort of Anti-Federalist approach he has taken in a much more profoundly federal situation. However, until we come up with a uniform process, I am not sure we will win this fight, but rather by the time we get to a place of comfort the national cost in terms of life, dollars, and national identity will suffer irreparable damage.

So for me, outside of my debating on social media, sometime to the consternation of those around me, what can I do as an individual? I am working to manage my own work the best I can. In fact, getting all of this off my chest at the moment will help me focus the remainder of the day. Second, because I have everything I need (at least for a week or so), I can stay home, and if I go out of the house, I can walk around and social distance as much as possible. I can make sure I do things to reach out to people who matter and let them know their importance, even when I cannot see them. In the last two days I have heard from some incredibly influential people in my life. Those things are so profound to me. It reminds me in a way that touches my own soul about the blessings so many have been to me. Denny (Denise) Blake, a dear friend from my first summer and first year in seminary, called yesterday. What a gift. I saw a picture yesterday, the daughter of one of my most influential students when I was at University of Wisconsin-Stout. The resemblance to her mother was so undeniable you would think Tayler is the reincarnation of her mother. Rachana, my Nepali student,and one of my most joyful continued student connections from Wisconsin and I have spent time during the last few days on FB messenger. One of my childhood friends, now a resident of South Dakota, a person admired beyond words throughout our school years, has been in touch over the last months and it has been so wonderful. Today, the first person I honestly feel in love with reached out and showed concern, as did another childhood friend. That is what we have. We have community and if we are willing to hang on to it, we can overcome anything. I believe this. It is not idealism; it making the most of the life I have in the circumstances I am. I know I am blessed. How I take the time to reach out, either back or beyond is what I can do to make this time more meaningful. 

What I am finding is that I am actually enjoying the process of managing my classes, helping Anton deal with his reality, working with my students, and, of course, playing in my kitchen. I believe in many ways I am taking better care of myself more intentionally and carefully than usual. Of course, that might be a welcome and necessary side consequence of all of this. Well, I think it is time to get back to other tasks. I do hope you as students are safe and managing this craziness that is the second-half of your semester. To my friends from throughout my life-time, thank you for your calls, your texts, your messages. They have buoyed my emotions more than I can adequately express. To Ana, to Nadia, Julia, and Vasyl, to Anna, Katarzyna, Adriana, Annamaria, Dominika, Beata, Mikołaj, Sylwia, Andrzej, Justyna, and Maja, to Elena, to Ciarán, I hope you are all well and safe. I think of and value each of you for the goodness, brilliance, and joy you have brought to my life. 

I wish you all peace and comfort; bless each of you. 

Dr. Martin

Learning from a 17 Year Old

Hello from my kitchen,

We are back to school, so to speak, though most of my work will occur at my kitchen counter, in my study, or somewhere in my house. I did go to my office one last time today to set up a watering system for my plants (both the ones in my office as well as the 3rd floor foyer). I was sort of proud of myself for thinking about some way to offer them water without my being there. Amazing what I can do with 4 5 gallon Home Depot Buckets and some cotton rope. Each day seems to bring a new possibility, a new challenge, and another way to feel like we have taken one step forward and perhaps a step and a half back. As my colleague, Dr. Kahn, might note, that puts you on the left side of the number line from absolute zero. Not a good thing. As I listen to people I know from the various parts of our country, the breadth of opinion and the divergence of belief concerning our current national (global) circumstance does not come as a complete surprise, but the number of ways people end up in a position of stasis does cause me more than a simple pause. My research in the last 5 minutes revealed we have had approximately 12,500 new cases in the last 48 hours. While that statistic is extreme, what is more extreme (in a negative sense) is the level to which we can currently test (or more accurately, cannot). With testing kits at unbelievably low availability, the number of people who need to be tested and aren’t is probably a number we cannot readily fathom. The daily updates do not seem to be anything that does even an iota to assuage the fear among the public, and, unfortunately, rightly so. As a rhetorical scholar, I listen carefully to words and the argument being made. That is something I learned as a child, interestingly. I had no idea that one day it would be how I made my living. The rhetorical strategy of the administration is not just unapparent, it is non-existent. That is what worries me beyond measure.

I am reminded of a former student who argued she did not understand or want to understand the word exigence, but that word has never been more needed than in our present situation. Exigence refers to a critical need, to something essential. In the terms of rhetoric, it means to have command of the rhetorical situation – again to understand the need to urgency of what is happening. What worries me is the only exigence the administration seems to understand is from an economic view. Before you believe I have not appreciation for that issue, let me assure you I do. Over the weekend, I saw a person who works on campus and she was the employee of the month at the university. She works generally seven days a week at two jobs, is married and has a 13 year old daughter. She has lost both of her jobs. I do not know how they will make it. The diner in town is something a family has put their entire life into. This morning, I ordered takeout to try to help even a little. They have no idea if they will make it. This causes me more pain than you know. And yet as I have watched our Congressional leaders fight, the Democrats are arguing for things like supporting hospitals and the two examples of people I just noted. The Republicans are willing to pass a bill that offers almost a half a trillion (yes, with a T) dollars to be distributed at the decision of the Treasury Secretary and the President, so so it seems. What happened in both 2008 and with the tax cut recently passed is any indication of what we can expect (and why would we expect different?), I believe concern is warranted. I understand the tanking of the stock market and wanting to try to manage that. I am afraid to even look at my retirement things at the moment. At my age, there is little time to recover what I have lost in about a month. While the economy, both here and abroad are important, I have trouble being convinced that people being infected by the 1000s and the continued number of deaths is somehow not more significant.

As we have come back to school, albeit in a new form, I know that my students are worried and concerned about how it will all work. On the other hand, so are some of my colleagues and they have been thrown into uncharted territory for them too. However, our University President, Dr. Bashar Hanna, noted that the only way to do this effectively is to work together and support each other. He is correct. There will be some bumps, some hiccups, but if we listen to each other and work to support and care to our best ability, we will manage the basic reason we are doing what we do, which is to educate, to prepare them for the world they will soon enter. Over the last days I have received phone calls from current students and former students. I have received text messages and emails. I have spoken with colleagues and former colleagues about the best way to move forward, trying to manage two things. It is still important that students are able to receive the material this semester set out to provide. Those objectives are important because they provide a framework of what a person who has completed the class should know. On the other hand (and I am fortunate in this realm), teaching all things distance is a totally different process. More importantly, what makes a class a distance class is not simply throwing it into a course management system (CMS). In addition, the digital divide (those who have access to high speed internet and those who do not is now front and center. A number of my students do not) have the technology available they need to be as capable of managing the class in this format. This crisis will probably do more to reveal the discrepancies we have between urban and rural than many realize. It is not merely a fiscal issue, it is an actual access issue. The days and weeks ahead will determine a lot about the university, but as I told my colleague yesterday, “I am glad to be here in Pennsylvania.” The administration, the technical staff, and my colleagues have worked together cooperatively and intentionally to make all  of this work. It has been a really positive experience thus far. . . .

A  couple of days have passed and I have been focused in school work and trying to help students manage the issues at hand. While it has meant more time at the computer than expected (and it might be I have spent more hours this past week -12 or more a day – than when I am on campus), it has been enjoyable and productive. I have also helped some people out on BOLT issues and learning how to manage things. While I have not changed a lot in many of my classes (and that is because two sections were already distance), I have worked to change dates, eliminated an assignment that can be managed in other modes, or continued to alter some course content to manage the daily reality of our worlds. Meanwhile, the virus issue in the country continues to explode exponentially. The amount of time I have spend alone is significant, but I am realizing it works and I am fine.

Anton has some trepidation about flying home, and understandably so. He also knows he will be quarantined for at least two weeks, but he said, both thoughtfully and intuitively, I need to do this because I do not want to put my grandparents or anyone else at risk. It seems my 17 year old exchange student has a bit more intelligence and simple goodness in him that say the Lt. Governor of Texas, where I am embarrassed to say I was born (and saying someone from Texas is embarrassing can get you in big trouble. Ask the Dixie Chicks!). Anton is both capable and willing to see something bigger than himself, and to articulate the importance of human life. Certainly, these are his grandparents, but that is the point. For anyone to assert (particularly an elected person) that someone should desire to give up their lives for the good of our economy. If we consider this on its merit (or lack thereof) alone, one cannot help but question how Lt. Governor Patrick came to the calculated answer he did. Is each person in this country with so much (an actual amount) of our GDP? I guess individuals have calculated how much each individual is in debt because of the national debt we currently have. If he is correct, have we merely turned to another decision maker to create the United States into a real-live versus of Shirley Jackson’s haunting tale, “The Lottery?” I do believe our current health situation creates more of a survival-of-the-fittest than I might wish to admit (perhaps that is because I am an immunocompromised person). I do believe we set up a stockpiling and supply chain management process in this country that was not prepared for what we are facing. I understand that we have 340,000,000 people versus 5,000,000 in Denmark, but we are all humans. We are part of a family, both immediate, extended, nationally, and globally. If Dr. Fauci, who seems to be honest and thoughtful, continues to offer insight into the reality of this virus, and he continues to speak out urging caution, I find him both trustworthy and reasonable. His statement about the virus will control the situation and not vice versa seems not only probable, but an opinion based on his expertise and a sense of veracity he seems to have as a core principle.

It is a difficult day as it is the last day, at least it seems to be the case, Anton will be in Bloomsburg on his study abroad year. He has been a phenomenal person to host as an exchange son. He is intelligent, good natured, thoughtful, industrious, and astoundingly funny. I will miss his wit and his honest insight. I will miss his care and sensitivity. I will miss his accent and the way he loved aspects of American culture (Taco Bell, perhaps at the top of the list). He has impacted so much and so many in his 7 months here. He has given me a sense of hope, as have his friends, Ellena, Marcus, and Lennon. Those are the ones I know, but there are names like Sydney (sp.), Bianca, Marta, Grace, that I have heard from time to time and many who would stop to give him a ride. Hmmmm, just noticing again, they are all females. I rest my case that he is a charmer beyond charmers. It will be a bittersweet few days, but my desire is simple. I want to get Anton home to Humlebæk and to his family. I want for him to be healthy and safe. I know his parents will be happy to have him back. Even more so, they will be surprised at how much he as grown, both physically and in maturation. Well, off to get his breakfast (takeout from the diner one last time). Thinking of my best friend, who has been gone for almost 5 years, and still missing him.

Thanks for reading.

Michael

 

At What Point?

Good early morning,

At this point, that greeting might be the only consistent thing I am able to write in this latest blog. I am often up early, and I have been awake for the better part of an hour (it is 4:50 a.m.). Presently, I wonder what to read or how many sources to read if I am to ascertain the truth of our daily world’s situation; I listen to both the talking heads and people I trust to make sense of our current reality; and, perhaps most importantly, I work diligently to think and analyze what seems prudent in terms of what to do or not to do, especially given my own health situation. All of this is the way I attempt to manage most aspects of my life. It is logical for/to me and generally, it works. However, in the moment (as my Dominican friends are wont to say), there seems to be less we can depend on as logical and more and more , which might, could, or should be deemed the “Theater of the Absurd.”

From the entrepreneurial jerk who stockpiled 70K worth the Purell hand-sanitizer, to a stolen truck found in North Carolina in the last two days with 18,000 pounds of bathroom tissue in spite of our unprecedented global health crisis (I think they both deserve the moniker of selfish-ass), it appears we need to step back and breathe and think. Contrary to the naysayers, and some are people you would think should know better, this health situation, which I imagine would bring back memories of things like polio, smallpox, or typhus to our ancestors, is serious. It is the most troubling and deadly, at least in my life time, and certainly since our global inter-dependence has been so prominent. The important part of this understanding is we are dependent, and whether or not we want to admit it, that has never been more important to admit than now as we attempt to respond to this global crisis. I believe it is a catastrophic emergency of epic proportion. Why? Because the way we respond together now sets the standard for what we will do in the future. We can create borders; we can attempt to build walls; we can start trade wars; we can blame others for our problems; we can belittle anyone who disagrees with us; we can call others names, but we cannot manage this virus on our own. The longer we travel down that path, whether it is in our own neighborhood, community, state, or nation, the more we play into the misguided belief that somehow our own humanity is different or more valuable than the humanity of another, the more likely we are to suffer devastating consequences across all sectors or elements of our human community. This is not socialism to those who want to argue such a ludicrous notion; it is common decency. It is biblical for those who want to argue from some misguided Christian perspective. If you are unsure check out Matthew 25. 

While I am self-quarantining quite well over the least three or four days, I have made the necessary trips to the grocery store and pharmacy. I am working from home on my students’ concerns and managing my classes, but simultaneously helping Anton as he prepares to return to Denmark, albeit almost 2 1/2 months early. This has been difficult for both of us, and I will admit tears on both sides of that relational equation. He is such an insightful person. The other day we went for a walk and I asked him about the differences between 17 year olds in Denmark and here in North Central PA. He said that it seemed they are allowed to grow up sooner in many ways in Denmark. Yet on the other hand, the friendships he has developed here are very different, more thoughtful, intentional, and significant (those are my words, but what I believe he implied). He said the difference was because of the involvement in extracurricular things, which they do not seem to do as much in Denmark. He noted that some of the friendships here are beyond anything he had  back in home. It is really gratifying to see how many people want to be around him (in spite of the current situation) before he leaves. I have heard people’s names from time to time, but it seems he has influenced a number of people. I know that he has influenced and helped me in a number of ways. I have learned so much through, and because of, him. 

What is important in this preceding recounting of Anton goes way beyond the two of us. It is a cross-cultural education that has changed my life for the better. What can we do to make each other more comfortable with whom we are, while teaching us to simultaneously move beyond ourselves? While I was frightened when he first came, the first weekend went well. I was worried I would not be understanding or accepting enough, I have learned that I could have been a good parent; at least it seems so. I have learned that I do not need to holler or make noise, I merely need to be consistent and caring. I need to be trustworthy and supportive. I need to listen and allow him to speak and ask questions (which he is really good at doing). I once said to him that I treat him much like I do my students, even though he is still in high school. Yet he has never once failed to show he can be trusted. The lessons I have learned with him are what we need to do on a larger scale. Yesterday the question was asked “What do you say to Americans who are watching you right now who are scared?” Instead of being the “Comforter in Chief,” which is often what the President is called upon to do, he responded. “I say that you are a terrible reporter; that’s what I say . . .” Are  you kidding me?? Enough! Stop! No more disrespect from anyone or toward anyone. Peter Alexander, an NBC reporter for 14 years who has international awards for journalism,  asked a rather benign and easy question to help the President if anything. The response is uncalled for; it is juvenile; it is beneath of the Office of the President, and rhetorically it has no reasonable strategy whatsoever. When people are scared they need to hear words of assurance, words of hope, words of reason. I have listened a number of days to the briefings from our nation’s Capitol. The rhetorical bullying, incredibly poor speaking style, and restating the same point four or five times with just a different adjective or adverb is appalling to me. I do not believe this man is stupid. He would not be where he is. He would not be the business person he is; he would not have managed to get elected, regardless the popular vote; he would not have managed to escape all of the things he seems to escape if there were not some intelligence in there. I am not saying I like his methods, his values, or his morals, but he is certainly capable of landing on his feet in spite the odds. 

What I find problematic is his attitude. It is the basic way he treats other people. I remember when I was first coming to be a pastor 30 years ago. I was asked about my understanding of prelation and liturgics. That was a strange question on a couple of levels. I was not sure I understand the idea of prelation, but I figured it out from the context. The bishop wanted to know how I understood worship and how my ideas as a Midwestern boy would fit with the higher-church practices of Eastern United  States Lutheranism. I remember after understanding the question and the context, saying something to the effect of “If I have not appreciation for their tradition, they will not appreciate me.” That was an important understanding; even more than I realized. While I am not downplaying the potential economic cliff this situation is creating (because that takes a profound toll on people’s lives also), but this is first, and foremost, a health issue. We need to understand the health needs of the public and as a country (and states should try to cooperate), the Federal Government has a duty to its people. In 2010, the National Institutes of Health did a workshop series on the role of the Federal Government in times of crisis titled “Crisis Standards of Care.” To be sure, finding the balance between the role of the Fed and the ability of states and local municipalities is contentious, but there seemed to be strong agreement on one point. “On the practical end, there was a widespread call for the federal government to perform a role as “chief information coordinator” on the topic of crisis standards of care. Federal or national involvement would also provide a level of legal, societal, and practical protection that cannot be achieved at the lower levels of leadership. Many people at the workshops noted that there may be some issues for which federal or national involvement is the only practical choice. ‘There are people all across the country and states, at county and other facility levels, who really are kind of reinventing the wheel,’ said Tia Powell, a bioethicist and Director of the Montefiore-Einstein Center for Bioethics and of the Einstein Cardozo Master of Science in Bioethics Program. She added, “They are ‘starting all over again, trying to do the literature search and figure out what’s going on. It’s an enormous investment of time and manpower across the country when in fact there are scholars who at least have some of that information as ready knowledge'” (US National Library of Medicine). I believe for too long we have believed the Atlantic and Pacific serve as a protective moat around us. We can merely pull up our drawbridges and protect ourselves. That sort of head-in-the-sand mentality has really never worked, and it certainly will not work now. I am an immunocompromised person because of my Crohn’s diagnosis. The long-term consequences that have manifested themselves (e.g. diabetes, dehydration, kidney failure to name a few) have made me a prime candidate for this virus. I have students whose parents are also struggling. And yet, I am so blessed to be able to sit at my kitchen counter and do my job. 

At what point do we realize we are in this together as a human species. This is not about borders, race, gender, age, faith, or any other humanly identifying standard. It is about being human. Plain! Simple! It is about working together. If that requires a directive from Washington, so be it. I understand growing up with the idea of the individual. I understand the idea of not liking be told what we should or shouldn’t do, but I think it is time to think beyond ourselves. This is not political it is about humanity. I am blessed that it seems Anton might be here a bit longer, but all in all, I am ready to work with or together in whatever way I can. I have had a wonderful life. I merely want others to have the same chances I have (or even more). I wish each of you safety and health. This past weekend, one of the more amazing vocalists (narrative crooners) of my life passed. I live you with this. Somehow I do not believe it is time to gamble, but perhaps the advice is well taken. 

Thank you as always for reading. 

Dr. Martin

 

Has Thinking Been Replaced?

Hello from my kitchen,

The weekend has been rather non-stop, and as I sit at my kitchen table eating a salad, I find myself pondering the state of all kinds of things, from food to fantasy (and I mean more like contrary to reality), from education to economics (see Lydia, you still have power), and from vernal to viejo (yes, I changed the language to manage the alliteration). This past Friday, the first third of yet another semester is complete. There are moments I am still struggling to remember my schedule, but the weeks are not slowing down. The Father’s prophecy seems true yet again. He noted that the days to years, and now I am thinking decades, are not seeming to slow down. In not much over 3 years it will be 50 years ago I graduated from high school. It makes that Spanish noun used in this paragraph seem more apropos by the day.

And yet, I wonder how or when it will be reasonable to slow down? I am not a person to sit still for very long, but there are moments I find myself more worn out than I used to be. I find days or periods of the day where focus is much less possible than I remember. And as I write this about 36 hours later, I somehow managed to end up with an ambulance ride to Geisinger/Bloomsburg Hospital yesterday after having some serious symptoms. While it seems all the tests indicate nothing abnormal, the things that happened seem to contradict that. So off to some more specialists I will go next Tuesday. There are a couple of things I have pondered as of late, considering a change and how it might help me; seems I might need to do more than ponder. As I am sitting and typing away, I am always astounded by all the things we take for granted as we mosey along each day. I sometimes wonder how the things that happened to me in those first two years of my life have affected me long-term. There is the beginning of being barely over a pound and then only 26 weeks, but there are the things which I really have no idea that they happened. I know, unfortunately, in general terms that my biological parent’s child-caring skills were a bit remiss. I am pretty sure that nutrition was a problem. How does this fit in terms of my thinking question? Well, it seems to me that if you are going to be a parent, even if you did not plan it all out, you would rethink how what you do affects the lives of the little humans you are entrusted to care for. Perhaps that is mere idealism on my part, but are there no parenting instincts from carrying or watching the development of a child? I think of how carefully one of my former students is now as she is about to deliver her second child, and how in our conversations everything she says, does, imagines is affected by the fact that she will be delivering another human. She and her husband work so incredibly hard to raise their daughter and the imminent arrival of their son will be a wonder and joy to behold. I have noted her before and their little family causes me to think, but also gives me hope. There are still those moments when I wonder what it would have been like to be a parent from birth until today. Anton has given me an understanding of parenting like nothing I have every experienced, but he has taught me so much. I believe I am more patient and willing to listen because of him. It has affected how I work with others, how I listen to my students, and what I believe I can do to make other’s lives better. That has always been at the core of who I am. What can I do or how can I understand and think about what matters in the larger picture. 

As I listen to my students, read their papers, and think with them, they always inspire me. Sometimes, as anyone who is in a classroom can attest, there are trying moments, but seldom is the student a bad person. Sometimes it is helping them learn how to think more critically. One of my colleagues noted today that our  “government [is]  based on anti-intellectualism . . .” and then goes on to say right now. I will agree with him, and I will agree with the right now aspect, but I think he is more optimistic than I am. I believe we have a government and an economic system that has worked on this premise for probably the last two or three generations (and perhaps before), but I am not educated enough in my own understanding before that time. However, it seems that the Alphabet Agencies and many of the policies put in place during FDR were much more about society than the rich. Certainly, the one percent does not want our system to change. If everyone would think carefully about how things are stacked up, one would hope they might ponder how it is more and more people are working one, two, or three jobs, but not getting beyond that infamous station in life, and perhaps too many are going in reverse. While certainly more and more are working, the wages they are bringing home do not manage the necessities as those wages once did. We can consider the market,  but figure show that too many people in the country are not in the market or do not have retirement plans, so the market does not really assist them in a substantive way. As a check on this: the global markets have lost 6 trillion dollars in 6 days (Fitzgerald, 28Feb20). More specifically, 4 trillion of that is in the United States. I can write that number, but I have no concept of that figure. I can think my to the point my brain might explode, but all those commas and zeros will not become clear to me. While I am very fortunate, I am still a little NW Iowa boy. As someone in his mid-60s, however, I am afraid to look at my retirement in light of the past week. (Adding: we have now had the first confirmed death of COVID19 in the states and the weekend has been more about who is doing what than just doing it. Again, step back and think everyone). 

Thinking is fundamental to who we are as humans, however. I think that once again, I am pushed back to my Dana education. The most important thing I learned to do there was make connections. That is what those humanities courses did. There was no silo-ing of concepts; there was no possibility of being able to ignore how it all fit together. I remember one unit question in particular. It is indicative of the thinking we were required to do if we hoped to achieve something close to a 30 on that essay. The statement was something like [e]xplain how the architecture of the Renaissance and the cathedrals of Europe reflected the politics and religion of the time. In this question was the ultimate synthesis of what was happening in Europe. Even now, I can see the connections and how the need to reach out to God in a sort of Tower of Babel manner was evident in the incredible structures that reached to the heavens. The need of people to think and connect has perhaps never been more important. I can also imagine that such an argument has been made in every generation, but what is different now? First, while my students write more than any previous generation, they also read less. This is what studies show, but at whose peril? Their own I would argue and for the generations beyond. Yet, it is not all their fault. They are the products of what we have done.Our own consumerism and the belief that we can continually kick difficult things down the road is a basic lesson in accountability. Heaven knows I do not like accountability anymore than the next person, but it is time we re-think that. Our belief that bigger is better, that more is a good thing, that we deserve all we have regardless the consequence for the other has be observed by our children and grandchildren. The adage my parents often preached, “Do as I say and not as I do.” while  true to some extent, is not what we as humans are prone to do. We parrot the behavior we observe more times than not. I saw this in church when I was a pastor. Ask yourself this: why do you do some of the things you do in church or other places? The most common answer is because we have always done it that way. Another thing I realize I learned at Dana was simple. Learn from the past to inform the future, not to control the future or relive the past. I learned to question things. I think I had some of that in me before Dana, but my time on the hill certainly sharpened that skill. More importantly, it made it a central part of who I am and how I live my life. One of the things I think my students are better at than we were, and it is somewhat reminiscent of the late 1960s, it to speak out when something is illogical or simply garbage. They might not demonstrate and be as vociferous as their 1960s counterparts, but they are as wise and willing to question the status quo. The book title picture that I use was part of my comprehensive exam reading. What is truth is a common question. What is a lie should also be asked.

If you are to question the status quo, it is necessary to think. While I am not sure they articulate their concerns as well as we might wish, they are thinking. I do believe in part that is what I am called to do as a professor. It is not my job to tell them what to think, and I work hard to make sure I am not doing that. It is, however, imperative that they do think. It is vital that they question why the world is as it is. It is what professors with names of Nielsen, Jorgensen, Bansen, Hernes, or Stone expected of us and helped us do. I remember Dr. Brandes astounding me more than once with conversations that were far from his musical talents. I loved his probing looks and insightful questions that expected more than a cursory answer. One of the students I appreciate the most has a very different political stand than I do, but I know why she believes as she does, and I respect her position. She knows why I believe as I do and she also respects mine. This little interaction is how it should be. It requires thinking and pondering and understanding more than merely what is said. It is the rhetorical foundation that I use in all of my classes. Students say regularly, I was never taught to think about audience and purpose so succinctly, so purposefully. Yet, when we do that, we speak differently; we listen differently; we interact differently. In spite of some of the things that saturate our news outlets, our Twitter feeds, or our Instagram posts, I do believe there is a lot of thinking going on. As much as I want or wish? Perhaps not, but I am not sure we can ever cooperatively think too much. Just my thinking on all of it. 

Thanks for reading as always,

Dr. Martin

When Silence is Complicity Rather Than Golden

Hello from Wilkes University on a Saturday,

Earlier today I found a quote from the German Lutheran pastor, who was the subject of my dissertation. Dietrich Bonhoeffer, the martyred German theologian, who had the courage to stand up against the evils of worshiping the idol that Adolf Hitler had become to much of the German nation noted this when considering what was happening to the Jewish people, particularly after Kristallnacht. He wrote, “Only those who cry out for the Jews may sing Gregorian chant.” He would note this date in his Bible and then wrote in the margin, but the church was silent. It was Bonhoeffer’s own work in helping Jewish people escape that would lead to his arrest in 1943. Part of the group he helped leave were relatives. His twin sister was married to a Jewish person. Bonhoeffer was from a prominent family, but he did not grow up with an active faith, but rather his understanding of God (and the church) was more intellectual. As such, it is not surprising that he was more interested in the systematics and to some extent the nature of God versus personal piety. Influenced by Adolf von Harnack, Bonhoeffer would understand the importance of the church and the sort of practicality of the church (a social gospel of sorts). The second profound influence on Bonhoeffer was the Swiss theologian, Karl Barth. Out of the liberal theology of von Harnack and Friedrich Schleiermacher, Barth was called the most influential theologian since Aquinas by Pope Pius XII. This was Bonhoeffer’s pedigree and would lead him to  a position of leadership in the Confessing Church, the group of theologians and pastors that would warn about and argue against the elevation of a political power or figure, and in this particular case, the Fuhrer. Barth was a primary author of the Barmen Declaration that would tell those the church’s only allegiance was to the Lord and not earthly power. Both Barth and Bonhoeffer would refuse an oath of loyalty or allegiance and consequently were stripped of their positions and not allowed to speak or preach in public. Barth would return to Switzerland and Bonhoeffer would leave the university and lead an outlawed seminary in Finkenwalde.

It is easy to want to see Bonhoeffer and the Confessing Church as a sort of paragon of moral standing for confronting the ideology that the Reich’s Church would adopt, swearing allegiance to National Socialism, and particularly to Hitler, but it was a much more complicated issue. The position of Barth, Niemoeller, and others would separate them from the mainstream position of National Socialism, but the imprisonment of some would cause the church to once again shrink back from an all out denunciation of the racist, anti-Semitic, and counter-evangelical actions of the late 1930s. As I noted for my rhetoric students this week, one of the most influential and successful rhetoricians of all time was Adolf Hitler. That does not minimize in anyway the horrendous, tragic, or cacodemonic reality of the pogrom. The fight of the church was for the soul of the German nation, but interestingly, many were unprepared for the fight. As early as 1932, before Hitler became chancellor, Bonhoeffer asked whether or not the church was needed? However, he went on to assert that very question was misguided. He would note that both the church and God exist, so the more appropriate question was “Are we willing to be in service of the church?” That would be a precept for what would come when in February 1933 when in his radio address he would refer to the leader who would become the misleader. Bonhoeffer’s attack on the chancellor did not go unnoticed and, in fact, his broadcast address was cut short. Bonhoeffer would soon lay put the role of the church when the actions of the state or the government abrogates basic human rights, including miscarriage of justice, discrimination, or abuse of power, the very things they are supposed to protect. Bonhoeffer asserted that the church is obligated to question if “the actions are legitimate and in accordance with its character as state” (Wind 69); in addition, second, “[the church] can aid victims of state action,” noting that the church actually had an “unconditional obligation” when a reordering of society caused harm, even if the victims were not Christian; and “furthermore, the church was not there merely to bandage the victims, but “to put a spoke in the wheel itself” (Wind 69). Another prominent theologian, Paul Tillich, who was a religious socialist, and already persecuted for being such, had also argued being open to National Socialism and rejecting the socialist was a betrayal of God’s call of the church in the world. For those who are wondering, you might consider the idea of liberation theology, which seems to rise from some of this. Bonhoeffer would call on the church to open its mouth for those who are silenced. As Bonhoeffer continued to speak out about the role of the church in the world, he argued one could not practice their faith on Sunday and not be fully immersed in the difficult civic life that was enveloping the German nation. For Bonhoeffer it was the Christocentric faith that argued all other gods of the world must be renounced, and this included the Reich. His argument against the armament of Germany was believed to be pacifist in nature and that position would be another reason Bonhoeffer was dismissed from any possibility of teaching. As he stood his ground, the more he became reviled  and ostracized. It was then he wrote one of his most influential works, The Cost of Discipleship. It was here that he argued that grace without cost, grace without price was cheap grace, the most deadly enemy of the church. If grace is sold in the market and the forgiveness of sins is thrown in at a rock bottom price such actions were at fatal misunderstanding of Luther’s doctrine of grace through faith.

I believe this is often where we find ourselves. If we merely speak out when the discrimination is too vile; if we simply protest when our brothers and sisters from other countries and faiths are demonized; if we send only our prayers and thoughts when yet another group of people are murdered in senseless gun violence; we too have cheapened the grace of God. We have failed to even bandage the wounds of the other. We have made no genuine effort to become the “spoke in the wheel.” Perhaps it is here we can find some appreciation for some of what Bonhoeffer began to argue, a religionless Christianity. Bonhoeffer demanded that his student encounter scripture daily and in a reflective and meditative manner. Many have argued this sort of retreat is counterintuitive to his call to be in society, but wait and hear this out. What might seem to be a call to silence was anything but. In fact, Bonhoeffer would ask how obedience to the gospel might happen in a world where much of the church was taking an oath of loyalty to their leader? His answer was simple, but difficult. “Live out the Sermon on the Mount, without compromise” (Wind 116). The “cost of discipleship” was a complete calling one that encompassed both faith and society; a call that believed the role of the church was to be in opposition to a world, a government, or a leader who claimed to be all powerful, an idol of sorts. This was occurring at the same time Jews were being rounded up and gathered into ghettos and camps. This argument was occurring as the Nazi party began to claim that anyone who could not swear an oath of loyalty to the Fuhrer  would be considered treasonous. It was the same time that the Reverend Martin Niemoeller would be arrested.

Bonhoeffer would leave Germany once again, only to return weeks later. While he could understand the serious attempt of some to avoid persecution from the Reich, he could not do so himself. He would assert, “If I am not there is the battle for my country, I cannot be there to pick up the pieces.” It was then Bonhoeffer believed intimately, he would have to become the “spoke in the wheel.” It was then Bonhoeffer would move from complicity to action. The premise of discipleship, the belief in ultimate social justice in a nation of incomprehensible allegiance to a person who believed himself above all, including the church and law, was more than Bonhoeffer could tolerate. His believe in justice for the least of his brothers and sisters compelled him to move toward something he might have one considered unthinkable. After returning to Germany, he would become an integral part of the plot to assassinate Adolf Hitler.

What I still find fascinating about Dietrich Bonhoeffer is the astute way he was able to connect his faith and his understanding of the gospel to the evil and difficulty of the world in which he lived. He was able to be not only a faithful person in word and thought, but in action. Even in the most desperate of times. After his arrest and initial imprisonment in Tegel, he found himself reassessing what it meant to be faithful, what it meant to be truthful, what it meant to go beyond the bounds of the faith he had practiced to this point. There is so much we might consider about our current national situation as we ponder anew the life of this martyr, the life of a theologian and pastor who was strong enough to claim the totality of discipleship that was of and in the world. Bonhoeffer wrote, “As we embark on discipleship we surrender ourselves to Christ in union with his death — we give over our lives to death. Thus it begins; the cross is not the terrible end to an otherwise god-fearing and happy life, but it meets us at the beginning of our communion with Christ. When Christ calls a [person]. he bids [them] come and die.” These are incredible, profound, and frightening words. They are words that command us to speak out against the injustice of the world around us. They are words that should compel us to question any in the church, a modern day Reich’s Kirche, that supports the discrimination, racism, or xenophobic nationalism that seems to mirror more of the Germany of the 1930s than many want to admit. As we hear the questioning of anyone, within the government or as a citizen,  who argues, labeling them as unpatriotic, losers, scum, lowlife, stupid, what happens to the tenor of our discourse? Bonhoeffer would eventually note this as he was asked about the reality of standing up against another egomaniac. When his co-conspirators asked for an absolution for their participation in the plot, he responded, “We have been silent witnesses of evil deeds: we have been drenched by many storms; we have learnt the arts of equivocation and pretense; experience has made us suspicious of others and kept us from being truthful and open; intolerable conflicts have worn us down and even made us cynical. Are we still of any use?” This is what elections are for. We still have democracy. We still have a voice. As I hear the words of a President, I fear for the country and the people we have become. I know this is a difficult post, but I feel compelled to question our decency. Here are the words of Bonhoeffer above as a form of visual rhetoric. It is the same clip I used at the beginning of my dissertation defense.

May I be a faithful disciple.

Michael