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Those three words are still echoing in my mind and heart. They only brushed past my ear for a few milliseconds today, but the vibration of them continues, an acoustic double-espresso of emotional energy.

“Love you, Dad!” Tossed over his shoulder as one of my adult sons headed out.

A simple phrase, really. Easy to tune out or even brush off. Until your kids grow up, that is.

Thinking back, the “I love you’s” flow easily when the kids are young. Then they get older, and it’s not so cool to say it. What was once taken for granted dries up, replaced by the silent hope that it’s still true. The unspoken is now taken for granted.

You get used to silence after a while – uncomfortably reconciling yourself to a season of affections assumed, though your ears miss the words even as your eyes interpret the almost imperceptible gestures. You were there, once, some years back – you know how young men keep it in check. Especially when their budding independence comes up against your not-quite-so-confident-anymore leadership.

Then, as they leave the cocoon into the responsibilities and privileges of adulthood, their parents seem to undergo a metamorphosis as well. No longer a mere “bad cop” figurehead at the helm of a prison ship, or some retro dunce from another planet, those parents transform into human beings again.

Mom and Dad again.

And every “Love you, Dad!” rings that much louder. Makes the moment that much brighter. Means more than the young man can possibly know.

Fame, titles, riches – they all have their place. A pretty distant second place, overall. Every “Love you, Dad!” is pure gold.

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The beginning of a new year is always the time for “resolutions”. Often, they’re little more than good intentions dressed up in an almost see-through dress of determination, soon to be exchanged for the casual everyday fashion of the same old-same old.

Because words and will don’t change us.

That striking psalm of humility before God, Psalm 51, contains this pregnant phrase: Create in me a clean heart, O God.

Maybe that’s a better starting point for any new year…or new day.

The fact is, our words and our intentions carry us only a short distance because that which drags us down is not lack of resolution, but an unclean heart. And what does that mean? Really, it’s pretty simple. Look at each of the 10 Commandments. Consider the Golden Rule. Now dig deeper into the spiritual meaning of each one – murder is the outward manifestation, but heart-hate is the actual sin-fountain. Tiger Woods may have committed multiple acts of adultery, but heart-lust stirs constantly within us all. And how often do we choose our own short-term pleasure over the good of others?

And that’s just the “horizontal” element (human-to-human). When you consider the charge to love God with all of our heart, soul, mind, and strength – who can live up to that?

I’ve resolved to be and do better a million times. Not that that’s wrong, but I need something much deeper. A clean heart. And I cannot give it to myself.

Just as a patient with a failing heart has no spare organ for self-transplant, nor the wherewithal to perform the operation, so we cannot give ourselves a new heart. Which is why David, the sinner-psalmist, pleads: Create in me a clean heart, O God. I need a new creative work – an operation – performed on me, by the only Physician who can re-make hearts.

Now, of course, if God is not real, or not in the merciful business of new-heart-creation, then all such hopes are in vain. Every account of His creative power, every psalm of dependence and adoration, every deliverance and miracle and resurrection must be ephemeral fantasies. Except they’re not. They are real, because God is real. And God’s primary business is not helping those who help themselves. It’s rescuing the helpless.

By, first and foremost, imparting clean hearts. That’s how to start your new year, your new day, and your new life.

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As my boys morph into teens and then into young men, some rather obvious – but still hard-learned – life truths keep coming to the surface.

Love is given – from the moment of that first positive sign on the pregnancy test, to the seemingly endless night feedings, to the crashes and pimples and (much bigger) crashes of growing up, you’re loved because you’re…you. Period.

Approval is conditional – what is wrong and stupid and dangerous does not become acceptable because you’re loved. And love doesn’t free  you from the responsibility to grow up and measure up. Disapproval is a fact of life. Walk in wisdom, go all-in, and you’ll learn whose approval matters – and whose does not.

Respect is earned – accomplishment, achievement, character development – that is how you earn the respect of others. No shortcuts. Respect is not the puff-up of flattery; it’s admiration that comes with a price tag.

Ideals co-exist with reals – every person you meet, including the one in the mirror, has flaws. Life isn’t always fair. Give up on utopian expectations, but never give up on ideals. Leaders pursue what is higher; nobility is in the striving, not the attaining.

You’re a part, not a whole – we all have a few things that we can do really well. Many of the people around you have stronger limbs, sharper eyes, more nimble brains, and bigger hearts. Learn to give and receive as a part of a community; don’t build up walls on your own island.

Since all of that is true, pursue your highest goals, fail enthusiastically, and inspire others. That’s my New Year message to young men, or to anyone else who needs it!

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The Unwelcome Peddlar

A Parable.

He arrived at the edge of town in the evening, his horses wearily pulling their burden of a lurching, clanging wagon full of goods. It was another small frontier town, slowly prospering, but still isolated enough to welcome peddlars who would sometimes come to sell needed (and not-so-necessary!) items out of their well-worn carts.

The main street, if you could call it that, was dusty and rutted, so the peddlar’s progress through town was marked by a steady symphony of groaning wheels, complaining horses, and intriguing timpani of household items that would delight any who had an eye for practical quality and even, in some cases, a taste for unexpected luxuries. His was the best wagon in the region – but, as was so common in these parts, the least welcome.

Jealous competitors, whose merchandise was of much lesser quality, continually sowed seeds of suspicion about this peddlar and his wares. He’s a ripoff artist, they’d say. He tells a great story, then sticks it to you, they claimed. Don’t trust him; don’t even talk to him! And the settlers, who were used to inferior goods from unscrupulous providers, regularly withdrew behind closed doors when the unwelcome peddlar came to town.

With good reason, the others viewed him as their chief threat. You see, he gave his stuff away.

Shuffling through town, knocking on doors, the unwelcome peddlar could see lights turned down and hear door locks click. Once again, he had everything that was needed, offered freely to any who wished to ask – and once again, his wagon remained full while the townspeople cowered behind closed doors in their emptiness.

Reaching the edge of town late that night, he saw a small cottage with a single candle in the window. Responding to his gentle knocking, a tired widow opened the door, glanced at his humble clothes and his well-stocked wagon, sighed, and said, “I’m sorry, sir, but I have nothing to give you. I cannot buy anything from you; my husband died this spring, and I am living on the last of our savings. I don’t even have a spare candle to replace this one.”

“Ma’am,” the kind peddlar replied, “I don’t wish to sell you anything. I only wonder if I might have a place to put my horses for the night.”

“Well, you’re welcome to put them in the barn – it’s empty now. There may be a few scraps of hay left in there for the horses. And come join me for a bowl of soup. It’s not much – only  vegetables – but I’d enjoy the company.”

So the oft-rejected man and the now-neglected widow enjoyed an hour of conversation and warmth, and she could not help but notice that he did not once seek to sell her anything. In fact, as he went out to the barn to sleep in his wagon, he turned and gave her a lovely white candle, to replace the one that was quickly burning away. “Just a token of my gratitude, ma’am, for your welcome.”

“But sir,” she protested, “I cannot pay for this!”

“It is a gift – you never pay for gifts, isn’t that right?”

“I’ve heard what everyone says about you,” she blurted out, revealing a secret thought that had remained below the surface during their time together sipping soup. “They say that you’re an awful person, to be avoided at all costs.”

“Do you believe that?” he asked patiently, with a twinkle in his eye.

“Well, no – at least, not anymore.”

“That’s good,” he said. “Because what we believe about others either opens, or closes, a door. And I do thank you for giving me an open door this evening. Good night to you.”

As the sun rose, and the town wearily aroused itself from its slumber, doors opened and people greeted their neighbors and friends. But in one small cottage on the fringe of town, a widow awoke to the sounds of nails pounding and horses neighing. Tossing on a nightgown, she strode out to the barn to find the peddlar hard at work, fixing the many broken-down parts of the structure that had been neglected over the months.

“Sir, I cannot pay you for this work!” she cried. “I know that,” he smiled. “That’s why I never said I would charge you. Oh – and if you look on this shelf here, you’ll see a whole set of kitchen utensils, plus some special goodies for our breakfast this morning.”

“But, how are you going to stay in business if you keep giving everything away for free? Nobody makes a living like that!”

A warm smile creased his lips. “Ma’am – your living is my living.”

How silently, how silently
The wondrous gift is given!
So God imparts to human hearts
The blessings of His heaven.
No ear may his His coming,
But in this world of sin,
Where meek souls will receive him still,
The dear Christ enters in.

- From O Little Town of Bethlehem (Philips Brooks)

(Image credit)

See last year’s parable: Finding Grace

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For various reasons, including a visit to the Marine Corps. base at Parris Island, I’ve been thinking a lot about respect lately.

It’s one of those words that can be used loosely but perhaps should be thought of in several dimensions.

1. There’s a baseline respect (let’s call it small-r respect) that we each owe to one another as human beings. By virtue of being co-equal as a person made in the image of God, you have inherent value. I owe you the consideration of being treated, at bare minimum, as I would wish to be treated.

2. There’s a Respect that is derived from/given for a position of authority (let’s call it capital-R Respect). Parents are owed this respect, as are teachers, police officers, employers, and higher-ranking officers. Those occupying these positions may not be exemplary in many areas of their lives, but they are due a level of respect nonetheless.

3. Then there is earned RESPECT. This is respect that is derived from what a person becomes. For instance,

- the RESPECT we feel for someone who cultivates their abilities to achieve excellence (e.g., an Olympic gymnast, or a successful entrepreneur)

- the RESPECT we feel for someone who accomplishes notable things (e.g., Audie Murphy, or the Apollo 13 crew)

- the RESPECT we feel for someone who has cultivated a strong and virtuous character (e.g., Mother Theresa, or George Washington)

When a person is consistently, over the long haul, growing in character, ability, and attainment, that’s when we feel respect swelling in our hearts. When someone whom we have respected at multiple levels (like Tiger Woods) falls hard, it is very disheartening. We want – we need – heroes.

What happens when people jettison baseline respect for others? Tyranny. Slavery. Abortion. Murder.

What happens when people and citizens put aside Respect for authority? Disorder. Rebellion. Crime. Anarchy.

What happens when we have no-one to RESPECT? Dissolution. Sloppiness. Lack of vision. Mediocrity.

We’ll never have everybody’s affection, or agreement. Far better to have respect, exercise Respect, and earn RESPECT.

At least, that’s how I see from here. What do you think?

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The legal world was rocked today by the announcement, in Copenhagen during the climate summit, that Al Gore is being sued by Chicken Little and The Boy who Cried Wolf for patent infringement.

“If he doesn’t stop infringing on our fear-mongering patents, there will be a legal apocalypse!” threatened Little, co-holder with Wolf-boy of the Method to Disturb the Public by Stirring Massive Angst based on Thin or No Evidence patent (U.S. Patent #45987). “We graciously ignored his imitation of our methods when his imaginative fiction, ‘An Inconvenient Truth’ was published, but now it’s gone too far. He’s displacing us as the key figures in the Cataclysm Cabal, and we’re not going to stand for it!”

“We know when the world is going to end, and Al is off-message. Therefore, he needs to be excluded. Besides, no-one among the peer-reviewed apocalyptic fairy tale club has ever published him,” added the Chicken. “So he’s a trespasser.”

“Besides, we don’t like inconvenient truths. We’re into mythology, not facts! Hoaxes-R-Us!”

“Not only is Mr. Gore guilty of imitating Chicken Little’s message about falling skies, he also is ripping off my method, by crying ‘Warmth!’ every 10 minutes until no-one wants to listen to him anymore,” added Wolf-boy. “Listen, we had this panic-inducement thing down long before he ever invented the Internet, and he’s not going to take over our position as frightener of small children so easily. Lawsuit! Lawsuit!” he cried.

Asked for evidence that Mr. Gore is actually attempting to usurp their roles as premier fear-mongers, and violate their patented methods, Wolf-boy replied, “Evidence? I’m sure we have that around here somewhere. Little, what did you do with all the raw data? Gone, you say? Well, never mind – you’ll just have to trust us while we massage some graphs and charts. We know what we’re talking about, you know – we’ve got this stuff down cold! Er, warm. Whatever.”

“Hey, look up there – isn’t that the sky falling??”

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Our blonde reporter on the sidelines of the Copenhagen summit, Frieda Faxx, has managed to snare an exclusive interview with Minister Carbon Dioxide, the Atmospheric Representative at the global government international climate summit meeting, during a brief timeout.

FF: Minister Dioxide – can I just call you CD? – it looks like you’ve been taking quite a beating in the early hours of this summit. How do you feel?

CD: I’m just trying to catch my breath, here, Frieda – except, according to the EPA, I guess I can’t exhale. Too many of my kind of emissions going on already, you know what I’m saying?

FF: What do you think of all the penalties being called on you?

CD: Well, I’d never suggest that the game is rigged or that the officials are rooting for the other team – that would violate all sense of fair play. Sure, the refs are all in their green uniforms, but that doesn’t mean they’re biased. No sirree. We play in a very progressive league.

FF: According to my producer, CO2 has simply been considered a naturally occurring substance in the earth for all these millennia, beloved of the plant kingdom everywhere. What makes you a dangerous greenhouse gas now?

CD: My parents, C and O, have always taught me to take pride in my identity as a unique gas. I’m just plant food, baby. But I’ve always felt that grey-suited government drones knew far better than me, or the plant kingdom, what my place should be on the Periodic Table. Getting a red card from the EPA is quite an honor, and frankly, H and HE are both pretty jealous. I mean, how often does a gas get to be used as an excuse to hijack an entire economy?

FF: What do you think of the massive carbon footprint being laid down by the delegates to the Copenhagen summit?

CD: Well, normally I’d tell you that it’ll all be processed just like it always has been – the earth has always been pretty resilient, even with volcanoes that spew massive amounts of greenhouse gases. But you see, these are special people – their carbon dioxide emissions are pristine, AND they get to pay Al Gore for some offset credits while also getting free Danish prostitute coupons in their goodie bags. So all in all, they should be able to emit massive amounts of greenhouse gases while condemning the practice, because they’re…well…they’re…hyp…

FF: OK, THAT LEADS us to our final question, which is ClimateGate

CD: What’s ClimateGate?

FF: You don’t know? Gee, I should have been like the MSM news outlets and not brought it up…

CD: No, sorry, I only get my news from approved sources – especially scientists and news outlets that rely on facts and truth. I love numbers, you see. Clean, un-massaged numbers…

FF: Oh, hey, I see that this timeout is about over with!! We’ll have to let you go, CD, but hopefully you won’t be thrashed as badly in the next quarter of play. So that’s it from the sidelines, guys, where the Hoaxies are plotting their next trick play, while Common Sense is still being prevented from taking the field.

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We hear, with regularity, that we’re a deeply divided country. There’s some truth in that statement; however, many times the explanations given are overly simplistic and don’t really get to the heart of the matter.

Red state vs. Blue state. Liberal vs. Conservative. Republican vs. Democrat. White / Black / Hispanic. Boxers or briefs. Etc., etc.

Well, I’m going to step right into this minefield, and propose an explanation for what truly divides us as a people. I’m sure what is being put forth here has flaws, but having given this a lot of thought over months and years, I’d like to sketch out a continuum with 2 deeply divided end points, and then dig a bit deeper into what makes up the continuum between the two.

On one end of the continuum is what we might call, for lack of a more imaginative term, the AmeriCAN spirit. On the other end, just to be sure  at least some people reading this have a chance to take offense, the AmeriCAN’T spirit (in this context, spirit = the animating perspective that shapes how one views life and country).

The AmeriCAN spirit, in short, appreciates this country’s founding values and traditions, has positive feelings about America’s political and social distinctives, focuses on this country’s opportunities and blessings, and takes pride in his/her identity as a citizen of this country. The AmeriCAN’T spirit tends to denigrate the historical roots of the nation, feels that American society is loaded with unfairness and oppression, focuses on things that are perceived to be wrong with America, and may feel an enduring sense of shame and grievance about the nation.

I’d venture to guess that most of us would self-identify as being influenced in both directions, to one degree or another along the continuum. And, we all have the capacity to be both grateful and critical, and we can all live together in peace with quite a diversity of views. But what polarizes us, in my opinion, is a certain cynical view of our national identity, which is what I’m pointing to as the chief characteristic of the AmeriCAN’T spirit. Which, again, we can live with in this great American experiment of freedom…until it takes the form of extremism.

One side of the continuum tends to view progress as continuing to build on a sturdy and reliable foundation. The other sees progress as dismantling and replacing a foundation seen to be archaic and relatively defective. To put it in more recent historical terms: the AmeriCAN’T spirit has a lot in common with the turmoil of the 1960’s, and in many ways grew out of it.

(full disclosure: I’m a recovering cynic, a former semi-AmeriCAN’T who grew up in the ’60’s and 70’s. And my voyage along the continuum has taken decades. Just so you know.)

Now, in our quest to avoid overly blurry or binary explanations of things, let’s think about what actually makes up the classic AmeriCAN spirit (and its opposite). To say that someone embraces or rejects “classic American values” is too simplistic – certain perspectives that have marked us as a people may be embraced, while other perspectives, perhaps, not so much. It seems to me that there are perhaps six elements that will help us delineate some core values, each of which we will tend to embrace or reject somewhere along a continuum. Tending to be a mnemonic kind of guy, each of the six key word starts with the letter “P”:

Here’s my thesis: the real division between us stems from the vastly differing attitudes, behaviors and policies between those holding to lower “p-values” compared to high “p-value” people. And the lower/higher the combined p-value of the person or group, the more apparent and acrimonious will be the division. A highly productive, patriotic, independent (personal liberty) and pragmatic American (as described below) will be at polar opposites with someone who rejects a personal work ethic, trash-talks the country, and seeks to impose collective government solutions.

You might say, “well, that’s just conservatives and liberals!” But let’s dig below those labels, shall we, and see how the spirit that animates us, and specific values we hold, shape the debate. And then let’s identify where the real danger is for all of us, which is radicalism.

Let’s note right now that you can have high or low p-value people on either coast, of any race or ethnic background, etc. It’s not race or geography that divides us (though there may be tendencies of people-groupings to occupy various places on the p-value continuum), it’s the spirit embodied by the presence or absence of these six values and their opposites. You can find high p-value African-Americans, Hispanics, Asians, and people of every other background – and lower p-value folks of every stripe as well.

Yes, each of these could be a book chapter. No, I’m not going to attempt to do them justice with links, historical footnotes, quotes from the Founding Fathers, etc. – for the sake of this quick overview, I’ll just give a quick snapshot of each of the p-values. And, ask you to ask yourself – what’s the spirit you have imbibed?

The classic AmeriCAN spirit is Productive – that is, we believe that we are here to create value and produce goods and services. When the country was founded, everyone (who could) worked. Everyone contributed. It was a key part of the ethic of our European settler-forefathers; this view of labor and vocation and self-support was rooted in principles of both religion and practical living. The idea was not to find a free ride, but to maximize skills and efforts to contribute to individual, family, and the community good. Instinctively, we tend to resent freeloaders, and with good reason – everything being consumed by those not pulling their weight and contributing by positive labor is being actively taken away from the productive by thievery or excessive taxation. Low productive-value people tend to be value-destroyers, viewing life as unfair and themselves as deserving of unearned or disproportionate benefits (you can easily see the outworking of this in both unprincipled “capitalism”, as well as those who make a lifestyle of government handouts. And tort lawyers and career politicians are definitely not excluded!). You can be a productive card-carrying Democrat, and a value-destroying staunch Republican voter. And vice-versa.

The classic AmeriCAN spirit is Pragmatic – that is, we tend to be a figure-it-out and get-it-done people. It’s embedded in our DNA – we tend to have a can-do, whatever works best approach, a trait which spans our political spectrum. Americans have typically possessed an instinctive drive to balance ideals and principles with realities on the ground. The entire structure of representative government assumes this give-and-take, balanced, pragmatic approach. And this is why extremists and utopians have, historically, not been able to usurp power for extended periods. Utopians of every stripe will always be among us, but these unrealistic thinkers are rarely too dangerous unless they have the levers of power or the tools of destruction. Folks with a low-pragmatic value tend to only see one side of the coin, and often are so arrogantly self-righteous they will seek to game the system for the sake of some “higher cause.” Pragmatism, for such, may only take the form of “the end justifies the means,” which is another way of saying petty tyrant instead of practical citizen.

The classic AmeriCAN spirit has always embraced Personal liberty and responsibility – meaning, “We the people…” and our individual pursuit of liberty and happiness (within the boundaries of lawful society) are at the core of culture. Our Founders ventured out on the radical idea that Americans did not need oppressive regimes or detailed, externally-imposed codes of conduct, but that we’d instead be motivated by enlightened self-interest and self-control. Most people on the planet have never known such an astonishing foundation, which is why so many flee to come to these shores. Every employer covets high p-value people on this axis! Citizens low on this p-value trade off individual freedom for the false security of some form of collective leveling, where carrying the load to better one’s lot in life is cast off in favor of raiding someone else’s camp, and whining about being a victim.

The classic AmeriCAN spirit is Pluralistic – that is, we believe that we are enriched by people of various backgrounds who legally and willingly take on the mantle of American citizenship, and embrace our (historical, current, and evolving) culture – even contributing to it. Unlike many nations of the world, where privilege and power reside only with those of specific family and ethnic backgrounds, our ideal as a nation (which we have NOT always lived up to) is to be blind to external characteristics, and to value any and all who contribute and live lawfully among us. The opposite of this is inflaming divisions among us by constantly agitating about real or perceived oppression, or, in those most extreme form (like a theocracy), seeking to impose some alien form of uniformity, with stonings reserved for those who won’t conform. This is at the heart of our enduring friction with elements of the Muslim world – we have utterly incompatible worldviews. Those who want to impost a mono-culture with a fixed set of beliefs will always be at war with the American spirit.

The classic AmeriCAN spirit is Pious – by which I mean, this nation was founded, by our European forefathers, on the basis of religious principles and religious liberties. Anyone who has access to historical materials and our founding documents has to be willfully blind to miss this – and while we’ve never been a uniform people as to the content of religious belief (yes, we had Christians, Deists, Rationalists, and others among our forefathers), and we are a nation that does not require a religious litmus test, the indisputable fact is that Americans have always been recognized for their general, if not universal, piety. Yes, we’ve always had “believers” and “unbelievers” of every stripe, but the pious and the not-so-pious are not stoned here. America has a very unique flavor of religious tolerance, and it’s not abandonment of one’s chosen form or belief or disbelief to recognize the role that piety and tolerance has played in our culture. The divisions occur when low piety-value folks seek to commit a form of secular intolerance by actively denying the rights of others to practice their religion or even have it culturally recognized, out of some arrogant form of elitism (and, by the way, any oppressive form of civil intolerance for those that don’t share a certain form of religious belief is also a violation of American-style piety). The AmeriCAN’T spirit is not rejection of forms of religion for oneself – it’s active suppression of religious expression for others.

Finally, the classic AmeriCAN spirit is Patriotic – by which I mean here a personal pride for, confidence in, appreciation of, and attachment to one’s country, including a glad acknowledgment of its unique strengths and a sober assessment of its weaknesses. This type of patriotism is rooted in a grateful sense of blessing, and, in the case of the United States, includes (in high p-value folks) a sense of what is generally referred to as “American exceptionalism” – not some arrogant notion that American people are somehow inherently better than others (a nonsense idea), but that the American experiment includes numerous positive values that bear healthy fruit and are objectively superior to the systems of governance and social structure that mark many less fortunate lands. It is fully American to be self-critical with an eye to improvement – that is both intelligent common sense and patriotic. Ignoring all that is good while continually talking national trash really isn’t. A low-p value citizen on this part of the scale will tend to feel somehow guilty and uncomfortable with our privileged position among nations, and may try to defend the fiction that national differences do not carry moral or cultural weight and value (while, of course, voting with their feet to remain in the land of freedom and plenty). The AmeriCAN’T spirit here isn’t questioning our direction or holding our leaders to account – it’s holding up a middle finger continuously to the nation at large, and seeking to bring it down.

Those are the six “p-values” I’ve managed to distill down over the months – maybe you can think of others. By and large, the AmeriCAN spirit is marked by a confident positivism – a steady assurance that those perspectives which marked the launch of the American experiment really don’t need a major overhaul. The AmeriCAN’T spirit is more tied up with what we aren’t, can’t, shouldn’t, didn’t, and mustn’t, and may be more inclined to measure our nation, not by its own ideals, but by the standards and expectations of those outside its borders.

If we were to turn it into a personal assessment scale (and let’s skip trying to place numerical values!), someone’s p-scale might look like this made-up sample on the right. And so we see that it’s not a simple recipe of “left-right” / “liberal-conservative”, but there are going to be areas of common values, and areas of divergence. The major cultural divide is among those whose p-values diverge greatly on multiple levels.

Now, by portraying these two spirits in this fashion, I am not saying that those with a measure of AmeriCAN’T cynicism in their bloodstream have no sense of appreciation for some American values; nor am I implying that those who possess a good bit of AmeriCAN spirit are incapable of critical thought, or acknowledging what is wrong with America. But there tends to be a basic outlook animating these spirits; America’s founding principles and documents and identity and traditions are essentially good and worthy of preservation (and even extension), vs. the gnawing perspective that traditional America needs to be seriously overhauled into the image of something less…American.

As Americans, we expect to differ on many ideas and beliefs, and we seek both reasoned discourse and representative governing structures to move the cultural needle in accordance with our convictions. But…the real danger, for all Americans, is extremists - those of any stripe who despise personal liberty, seek to overturn constitutional structures, and impose whatever set of beliefs on others without regard for the rule of law and the American spirit.

There are many implications that come out of this AmeriCAN <–> AmeriCAN’T continuum, and the p-value elements that make it up. Let me just briefly highlight one. Do you have a hard time understanding the appeal of conservative talk radio? Here, in two summary paragraphs, are some core perspectives that drive it:

There’s a combustible mix on the dance floor when those who (at core) deny personal liberty, and overthrow sensible pragmatism for a utopian view, propose to waltz with those who have surrendered true American pluralism and patriotism. When zealots meet an angst-ridden and tentative people, then every form of extremism is invited to the table. When the AmeriCAN spirit is displaced by the AmeriCAN’T perspective, then the ability to say “This is really stupid!” begins to be lost. That’s because the low p-value people have been given the dictionary, and allowed to define themselves as smart and everyone else as dumb and old-fashioned. Which is why those who stand up for classic AmeriCAN values are regularly drawn and quartered in the AmeriCAN’T media machine. Can’t tolerate those kind of traditional values in our pluralistic society, after all!!

You see, not all extremists come with a turban and a bomb. Many cross the border of our souls with words and a guilt trip. They plant IEDs – Improvised Extreme Declarations – to maim reasoned discussion. They harp on fear and grievances, and display a readiness to impose their will via intimidation or unprincipled judicial activism. And given the choice of ramming a radical agenda down your throat or respecting your freedom, guess what comes out on top?

Now, whatever you may feel about the accuracy or tone of what’s depicted above, the driving force behind the AmeriCAN revival is this: a profound fear of the erosion of freedom because radicals (not just people with different political views along the p-value scale, but extremists) are increasingly pulling the levers of power and seeking – unrealistically – to re-shape that which has been handed down by our forefathers. If you don’t grasp the deep concern and anger of people who aren’t all that enamored with the spirit of the ’60’s, this is your key to understanding it.

Furthermore, people who hold to classic American values profoundly resent being portrayed as “right-wing extremists”. Yet that is how they are depicted, over and over again – as out-of-touch rubes trying to impose their morality on an unwilling nation. I can assure you that tolerating this type of intellectual and cultural deceit does not advance the national discourse. Extremists are those that reject what America has always been about, not those who uphold it.

Across the political spectrum, there are smart, productive, freedom-loving people. We may differ on many things, but one thing we can certainly agree on – those that most endanger our society are those who run roughshod over our personal freedoms and erode the value of personal responsibility and productivity in headlong pursuit of narrow agendas that do not serve the common national good. Doesn’t matter if they are Republicans, Democrats, Libertarians, Independents, Black, White, Hispanic, Asian, male, female – we all stand to lose if extremists of any kind seek to undermine core American values.

That is the cultural divide we face. It’s a matter of spirit, and it’s all in the p-values. Or is it? Your thoughts? Feel free to add your perspectives in the comments; I only ask 2 things:

1. Please refrain from name-calling and shallow repetition of dumb stereotypes. We’re here to reason together.

2. If you disagree with aspects of what is written, please explain by using logical thought processes instead of being dismissively shallow and attacking the messenger.

Only abusive and spammy comments will be moderated out.

(note: for those who think the CAN…CAN’T dichotomy may be a bit simplistic, I agree – as do a couple of my early advisor/reviewers. I spent many hours trying to come up with something simple, catchy, and reasonably accurate, and that’s the best I could conjure up!)

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My lease was up on my Mazda6, and I decided to get another one – the 2010 model had a new look and some updated features. Sometimes you read about high-tech gadgets and snort (do I really need something like that??), but this car had something I’d never heard of before, and I immediately liked it because it addressed a real problem.

The feature? A Blind Spot Detection System.

Signals are sent out from the area of the two rear wheel wells, and when another vehicle is in your “blind” spot, a subtle but clear-enough little yellow indicator shows up in the side view mirror. And, if you hit your turn signal when something is in your blind spot, indicating that you’re about to move over, a warning tone sounds.

Why is this nice? Because we all have blind spots. And the best way to deal with them is to have some indicator that is watching our back, and letting us know what we don’t see.

For cars, that’s gadgetry. But in life, that’s usually people. People who are kind and caring and committed enough to tell us when we’re missing something. People who stay alongside us and gently, but firmly, let us know when we’re flying a bit blind. Because blind spots are reality – and true friends want to help prevent a crash.

One of my blind spots is “hacking around” with people. I like to joke and tease, and, in fact, it’s really a sign of affection in my family (if you’re NOT being teased, that’s when you worry…). But not everyone has the same outlook or sense of humor. I’ve had to eat some mea culpa crow more than once for carrying things a bit too far on Twitter (and in other places). Flying blind right into other people’s feelings.

I think it’s relatively easy to admit that we have blind spots, but what’s a lot harder to acknowledge with others is the broken limbs that afflict us. By this, I don’t mean arms in a sling. I mean biochemical/mood disorders. Emotional/mental instability. A family history of autism. Scars of childhood abuse. Parents or spouses or children afflicted with persistent medical conditions. Disease guilt. Wayward children. And the multitude of other limp-creating troubles that we don’t like to show.

And, in fact, it’s probably good that we don’t parade out for all to see every affliction that is behind those closed doors of our lives. But, like with our blind spots, and perhaps more so, we still need those who have our back. Those who come alongside, listen, understand, and provide warmth instead of judgment. Sometimes – most of the time – we can’t “fix” the situation. We just have to show up.

Do you have people like that in your life? If not, it’s time to stop pretending that you’re omniscient, or impervious to the troubles of this life. And, someone out there needs you watching their back also!

(and, by the way – like most people, I don’t particularly welcome boneheaded criticism from those who don’t even know me. But I DEEPLY value those who have earned my trust and respect, who are willing to be my Blind Spot Detection System. Or lend a hand when I’m limping!)

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Remembering

Yesterday, I found myself over at Point Loma in San Diego, a remarkable promontory out into the Pacific that looks out over San Diego Bay on one side, and the ocean on the other. It also has a beautifully sobering cemetery for our military dead.

It was the birthday of the Marine Corps, and the day of memorial services for the slain at Fort Hood (while today is Veterans Day). I thought about my son, now in Marine boot camp, and about the many who have sacrificed their lives (or invested large segments of their lives) to defend our freedom. It was a bit overwhelming, to be honest.

Words aren’t really adequate, but four pictures from that time will have to suffice as my tribute of remembrance:

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