The Passing of a Mentor

Chuck Colson passed away on April 21 at the age of 80. He was, as William Bennett recently said, “a man in full”. This is my own small appreciation of his life.

It was the early 1970s and the poster on the left was taped to the wall of my room at college. (Parenthetically, in searching for this image, I saw an original poster for sale on EBay for almost $1,000!) As a freshman I had become eligible for the draft and drawn a very low lottery number (around 30). It was said that anyone with a number less than 50 would be inducted and likely end up in Vietnam (in 1971 there were still over 150,000 troops stationed there).   Sure enough, I was called for a pre-induction physical but because I have very flat feet and couldn’t hear high frequency sounds, I was declared 1-H and told that I might be called for another physical in a year. Shortly thereafter, the draft was terminated. Like most of my peers, I was vehemently opposed to the war and to many of President Nixon’s domestic policies. When the Watergate scandal broke in 1972 much of my anger was somehow focused on Chuck Colson, whom I perceived to be the most ruthless of Nixon’s “henchmen” – a characterization shared by many and which he later admitted was fairly accurate (Chuck is pictured above in the second row, second from the right).

I wasn’t alone in greeting the news of his spiritual conversion the next year with great skepticism. From my perspective, it only got worse when he pleaded guilty to the relatively minor charge of obstruction of justice. Nevertheless, I still remember being oddly struck by something he said that day – it was like a hairline crack in the eggshell of my life that would eventually split open. Thanks to the wonders of modern technology, I can share those words with you today: [pleading guilty was] “a price I had to pay to complete the shedding of my old life and to be free to live the new.” Imagine that…going to jail in order to be free, in order to gain a “new” life…and what a life it would be!

Although I never met him, Chuck Colson was one of my mentors because he had a profound influence on my life through his post-conversion speaking and writing. Time and space don’t permit me to expound here, but one thing in particular stands out from all the others. Through the example of his life, Chuck showed me there really is such a thing as redemption and that no one is beyond God’s reach. I also came to realize that God didn’t say to Chuck: “Now that you’ve been redeemed, I want you to become someone else”.

As with the apostle Paul, God wanted and needed a man with Chuck’s particular qualities to do His work (1 Tim. 1:12-17). His life reminded me that I was also created by God to be a certain kind of person and that He wants me to live that life to its fullest – not try to be someone else. Chuck was a hard-nosed Marine, he was a hard-nosed attorney, he was Nixon’s “attack dog”, and he ended up being hard-nosed guy for God. To be sure, some of his sharp points were filed down over time – but Chuck never stopped being who God made him to be. He was all-in, all the way and while none of us will ever know for sure on this side of eternity - I can see him as someone whom God recently welcomed into heaven with the words “Well done, my good and faithful servant” (Matthew 25:31). As for me, I’m still aspiring.

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What Do We Really Know?

I recently read Susan Casey’s book The Wave, wherein each chapter begins with a quote. One in particular, from the iconoclastic writer H.L. Mencken, really caught my attention:

Penetrating so many secrets, we cease to believe in the unknowable. But there it sits nevertheless, calmly licking its chops.

Truth be told, I’ve never been a fan of Mencken although a number of his social/cultural insights do resonate with me – including the quote above. As an avid, albeit amateur observer of culture, I’ve come to believe that in our current “information age” and particularly among those who have grown up in it, we increasingly mistake information for knowledge. I don’t know when Mencken wrote these words, but because he died in 1956, we know it was well before information technology became ubiquitous.

In writing The Wave, Susan Casey spent a significant amount of time with Laird Hamilton, the famous big-wave surfer. Her portrayal of him includes one characteristic that stands in stark contrast to what Mencken described. We are told that while Hamilton appreciates the value of modern meteorological technology (predicting where and when the big waves will appear), he isn’t wholly dependent upon it. He still believes in the “traditional” values of intuition and observation (watchfulness) – based on a fundamental belief that the ocean and its behavior is ultimately “unknowable”.

I see this as a metaphor for our lives. If we fall prey to the concept that everything is “knowable”, we will be woefully unprepared when the unknowable, the unforseen, comes upon us. I’m not speaking thoeretically here, but from the perspective of recent, tangible experience. I wasn’t quite prepared for the circumstances that overtook me and as a result, I got my butt kicked. Fortunately, I found my way ”back to the surface” and survived emotionally and spiritually intact. I truly believe this was only because I had retained some sense of the unknowable and faith that God could bring me through it.

As so often happens with major life lessons, I end up finding the same or similar “things” in the pages of the Bible. In this case, the 13th chapter of the Gospel of Mark describes Jesus talking with His followers about the fallacy of ”knowing” and the need to instead be alert and observant…a good lesson for any age.

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John Brown Went Off to War

It was October 1962 and although I was only nine years old, I vivdly remember (emotionally) the dark cloud of potential destruction that hung over our lives in the midst of the Cuban Missile Crisis. What was to become one of the defining events of my generation, the Vietnam War, was barely a blip on the radar that year. Nevertheless, in October 1962 Bob Dylan wrote what I consider to be one of the finest anti-war songs ever written – “John Brown”.

Some of you, upon seeing the terms “Bob Dylan” and “anti-war” in the same sentence, may be inclined to bail out at this point…however, if I have any credibility with you at all, please stick around and hear what I have to say.

Throughout my life, I’ve chosen to be neither pro-war nor anti-war. This is because I want to assess each situation on its own merits. I also believe that in this world there are times when we will be drawn into conflict to protect that which we deem essential or critical to life as we know it. You and I may disagree on many aspects of such a conflict, but my goal would be for us to at least have a dialogue about it. I’m also acutely aware that in the eyes of the rest of the world, the actions of our country and its designated representatives ultimately reflect on all of us.

What got me onto this topic today was an article about U.S. Army Staff Sgt. Robert Bales being charged with 17 counts of premeditated murder in the recent massacre of Afghan civilians. Bales is accused of walking off a U.S. military base with his 9mm pistol and M-4 rifle, which was outfitted with a grenade launcher, killing nine Afghan children and eight adults and burning some of the bodies. At this time, it’s unclear what prompted the killings, but the case has drawn renewed attention to the debate over mental health care for our troops, who have experienced record suicide rates and high incidences of post-traumatic stress and brain injuries during repeated deployments in Iraq and Afghanistan.

I don’t know what really happened or why and it’s not my place to offer commentary on those aspects of the situation. What I can say is that I found myself emotionally overcome by the immensity of the tragedy – on all sides. For some reason, I remembered that I’d recently listened to the song “John Brown” in my car and something in me clicked. The song is not about countries and conflicts and it’s not overtly political. It’s tells a personal story about a mother who “glorified” war and the toll it took on her son who actually had to fight in it and bear the consequences. I won’t say any more…I’ll simply leave you to your own impressions and conclusions about the song. I’ve included the lyrics below and a live version of the song that was included in the “Bob Dylan Unplugged” album back in 1995.

Here’s the music:


“John Brown went off to war to fight on a foreign shore His mama sure was proud of him! He stood straight and tall in his uniform and all His mama’s face broke out all in a grin

“Oh son, you look so fine, I’m glad you’re a son of mine You make me proud to know you hold a gun Do what the captain says, lots of medals you will get And we’ll put them on the wall when you come home”

As that old train pulled out, John’s ma began to shout Tellin’ ev’ryone in the neighborhood: “That’s my son that’s about to go, he’s a soldier now, you know” She made well sure her neighbors understood

She got a letter once in a while and her face broke into a smile As she showed them to the people from next door And she bragged about her son with his uniform and gun And these things you called a good old-fashioned war

Oh! Good old-fashioned war!

Then the letters ceased to come, for a long time they did not come They ceased to come for about ten months or more Then a letter finally came saying, “Go down and meet the train Your son’s a-coming home from the war”

She smiled and went right down, she looked everywhere around But she could not see her soldier son in sight But as all the people passed, she saw her son at last When she did she could hardly believe her eyes

Oh his face was all shot up and his hand was all blown off And he wore a metal brace around his waist He whispered kind of slow, in a voice she did not know While she couldn’t even recognize his face!

Oh! Lord! Not even recognize his face

“Oh tell me, my darling son, pray tell me what they done How is it you come to be this way?” He tried his best to talk but his mouth could hardly move And the mother had to turn her face away

“Don’t you remember, Ma, when I went off to war You thought it was the best thing I could do? I was on the battleground, you were home . . . acting proud You wasn’t there standing in my shoes”

“Oh, and I thought when I was there, God, what am I doing here? I’m a-tryin’ to kill somebody or die tryin’ But the thing that scared me most was when my enemy came close And I saw that his face looked just like mine”

Oh! Lord! Just like mine!

“And I couldn’t help but think, through the thunder rolling and stink That I was just a puppet in a play And through the roar and smoke, this string is finally broke And a cannonball blew my eyes away”

As he turned away to walk, his Ma was still in shock At seein’ the metal brace that helped him stand But as he turned to go, he called his mother close And he dropped his medals down into her hand”

Copyright © 1963, 1968 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1991, 1996 by Special Rider Music
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A Matter of Perspective

This is my 151st post in 50 months of blogging. While I certainly wouldn’t call that prolific (I have a friend who maintains a daily blog), averaging 3 posts a month has to at least qualify me as persistent. Having an open-ended blog suits my personality in that it allows me to write about any subject I want, to weigh in with personal opinions, or to simply throw something out for others to consider.

Today’s post falls into the “What do you think about it?” category. As I write this, a number of friends from my church are spending their final day in Haiti as part of a 10-day “Missions” trip. If you watch the video from last year’s trip, you’ll see that the focus of the team is both spiritual and humanitarian. The cost of the trip was funded through donations solicited by the participants and through use of their own personal funds. Several team members elected to use vacation time from work to participate. I’ve been receiving their periodic updates via email and know that both they and the people they’re serving have been blessed. The one common thread noted by all who have been there is the overwhelming level of poverty and need.

Yesterday morning, I read an article in the local newspaper (real paper delivered to my door, not digital) about the smaller bonuses paid on Wall Street last year and the impact on high-finance workers. I won’t regugitate the article here – best if you just read it yourself.

I don’t make anywhere near what the man who’s the subject of the article makes, but from my perspective, I do ok. The situation in Haiti and the plight (hyperbole? – you decide) of Wall Street workers reminds me that life often comes down to a matter of perspective. It’s easy to have what we would call “proper perspective” if we’re looking at things from the detached, outsider’s point of view. It’s quite another to be within the midst of either situation and to maintain a healthy perspective. Living in the U.S. and at my income level, I “have” more (materially) than most people in the world. How much does this define what I call the “adversities” of life and my response to them? To me, that’s where perspective comes in.

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It’s been quite a month..or so

If you’ve followed this blog over time, you know that my posting can be sporadic. Sometimes it’s because I’m really busy and at other times it’s simply that I have nothing to say. In this case, a lot has gone on over the past month or so.

During the most recent Advent season, I found the Reclaiming Christmas devotional to be particularly meaningful. As a result, I composed a number of accompanying personal reflections during the course of the season. Several of them were focused on a significant life transition that was looming - the potential change in ownership of the small company I work for. The choice I faced was whether to proceed with purchasing the company myself or to accept a high-level position with a large Firm that had been looking to acquire us for some time. I wrote about this decision in my personal reflection of December 28th. I believed then (and still do) that to become a small business owner would have fundamentally altered the shape of my life’s “triangle” as described in that post and that such a change was not what God had in mind for me and my family.

In facing life’s big decisions, we as Christians often put on a “brave face” and declare that we have sought and sensed God’s guidance. While this is to a large extent true, experience has taught me that these things are more about faith than anything else. In fact, it’s taken me a long time but I’ve finally come to disabuse myself of the notion that I can know definitively what God’s precise will is in any given situation. It may sound trite to some of you, but all I can do is step forward in faith and trust in God’s ultimate provision – even if that provision doesn’t look anything like what I expected.

After making the decision not to buy the company myself, I pushed on through the end of busy season on January 31 (think April 15 for “tax professionals”) and our Firm entered the final stage of acquisition talks. Our deal was due to take effect on February 1 and as these things often do, it went right down to the wire. After not having had a day off in three weeks, I was called into the acquiring company’s office downtown for new employee orientation on the morning of February 1. Because the deal had been completed at the last minute, it was not the easiest of transitions. I won’t bore you with the details, but suffice to say that we didn’t start working on “integration” issues until the afternoon of February 1.

After ten days, my former boss was called into a meeting and informed that the acquiring company had decided to back out of the deal. The stated reason was that the cultural differences between our two companies had been deemed too difficult to overcome. When I heard the news later that day, the Mark Knopfler song “Boom Like That” immediately popped into my mind…don’t bother asking why – it’s just how things sometimes happen with me.

As I write this, we’ve pretty much returned to business as usual but with a significant difference. A corner has been turned and we can no longer go back to the way things were. I don’t know with any degree of certainty what lies ahead. We will continue to look for a new “suitor” and in so doing, will have to keep ourselves “looking attractive”. For my part, God has allowed me to land on my feet and reminded me that change has indeed come – it’s just not in the way I expected.

I am at peace.

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January 6

After Jesus was born in Bethlehem in Judea, during the time of King Herod, Magi from the east came to Jerusalem and asked, “Where is the one who has been born king of the Jews? We saw his star in the east and have come to worship him.”

When King Herod heard this he was disturbed, and all Jerusalem with him. When he had called together all the people’s chief priests and teachers of the law, he asked them where the Christ was to be born. “In Bethlehem in Judea,” they replied, “for this is what the prophet has written:

‘But you, Bethlehem, in the land of Judah,
are by no means least among the rulers of Judah;
for out of you will come a ruler
who will be the shepherd
of my people Israel.’”

Then Herod called the Magi secretly and found out from them the exact time the star had appeared. He sent them to Bethlehem and said, “Go and make a careful search for the child. As soon as you find him, report to me, so that I too may go and worship him.”

After they had heard the king, they went on their way, and the star they had seen in the east went ahead of them until it stopped over the place where the child was. When they saw the star, they were overjoyed. On coming to the house, they saw the child with his mother Mary, and they bowed down and worshiped him. Then they opened their treasures and presented him with gifts of gold and of incense and of myrrh. And having been warned in a dream not to go back to Herod, they returned to their country by another route.
Matthew 2:1-12

Meditation
What “stars” have you followed in your life, representative of your deepest desires and most passionate dreams?

Where have they led you?

Where are they leading you right now?

The Magi offered Jesus their gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh.  What gifts do you want to offer Jesus?

Sit down with Jesus and tell him.

So now we bow before you . . .
Even while we worship you, you sweetly receive your due—and you bless us too . . .

And here, my Jesu joy, I open my treasure box, to give you the best I have, one two three: Gold, which signifies your Kingship over us.  Gold—which is all my wealth, my properties, my world possessions—I place into your service, my Lord and King; for my attachment to you is greater than my attachment to things.

Incense, which signifies your divinity.  Incense—which is myself, my hands, my skills and all they can accomplish, my energies and purposes in this life—I offer to you as a living sacrifice, a sweet odor in your nostrils, my Lord and my God.  For it was you who knew me before I was born, and you who called me by my name.

Myrrh, which signifies your death.  With myrrh—which is my love, my pure unsentimental love for you—I will anoint your feet in the Lenten season.  With love will I, this year on Good Friday, cover you in your grace; and with love I’ll await your Easter resurrection!  Love sent you to me, my Savior.  I have no better gift than to love you back with all my heart.

And now I go again . . . It’s almost time to return to the cold, to the gray labors and long January of our lives.

But I have dreamed the dream of your coming again this year!  And I know good from evil, love from greed, truth from deceit.  Therefore I will not return to Herod, or any other king of power.  Not to arrogance or self-righteousness will I go, but only by the route you’ve shown me, Jesus: by the Way that you are.
Walter Wangerin Jr.

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January 5

And the child grew and became strong; he was filled with wisdom,
and the grace of God was upon him.
Luke 2:40

“Here is my servant, whom I uphold,
my chosen one in whom I delight;
I will put my Spirit on him
and he will bring justice to the nations.
He will not shout or cry out,
or raise his voice in the streets.
A bruised reed he will not break,
and a smoldering wick
he will not snuff out.
In faithfulness he will bring forth justice;
he will not falter or be discouraged
till he establishes justice on earth.
In his law the islands will put their hope.”
Isaiah 42:1-4

Therefore,
let us desire nothing else,
let us want nothing else,
let nothing else please us
and cause us delight except our Creator, Redeemer and Savior,
the only true God,
Who is full of good,
all good every good,
the true and supreme good,
Who alone is good,
merciful gentle, delightful, and sweet,
Who alone is holy,
just, true, holy, and upright,
Who alone is kind, innocent, clean,
From Whom, through Whom and in Whom
is all pardon, all grace, all glory
of all penitents and just ones,
of all blessed rejoicing together in heaven.
Therefore,
let nothing hinder us,
nothing separate us,
nothing come between us.
St. Francis of Assisi

Now, O Jesus, yet before the Christmas season is over, I come.
I come to honor you: the baby you at your mother’s knee; the human you, whose flesh is vulnerable to the troubles of this existence; the tender you, whose face reflects the feelings of people around you.
Walter Wangerin Jr.

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