bucket filling

colonial_bucket3Many years ago I was privileged to sit in the classroom of an outstanding professor at Butler University. I admit it was an unexpected path that brought me there. My life plan had been un-expectantly turned upside down and inside out…a roller coaster ride, if you will, though I had not purchased a ticket. I was in a state of turmoil with few resources, but much responsibility. Fortunately, wise counsel and helping hands insisted…well, actually “pushed” is a better word… that I go back to grad school to make myself more eligible for career re-entry.

So with battered self-esteem, I did so and fortunately into an education class. This professor made his class not just about methods, psychology, curriculum, but also about real life. Little did I know how much his instruction would influence my career, but also my life. His insights were a tool, not only taught, but practiced by him, and I felt he was speaking to me and my wounded spirit. His wisdoms were useful, encouraging, and healing, not just for the classroom to which I would eventually return, but for every day-to-day encounters then and now.

Dr. D. said we all carry with us an imaginary bucket and that in every encounter be it at home, work, play, street, café, or wherever, we will either take something out of that bucket, or we will put something into that bucket. A frown, a casual ignoring, a demeaning or critical remark…these all take something out of that bucket. However, a personal greeting, a sincere smile, a meaningful compliment, a sharing of mind-expanding ideas… these all put something into that bucket. And if we are alert and sensitive enough to observe the response, it is easy to know which we have done. We also know what someone has done to our own bucket by the feelings generated from the “take-out” or the “put-in.”

Consider what a difference it would make if we would be more about bucket-filling… (even to those who seem to derive pleasure from “take-outs.”) Yes, it is easier to take things out, but the contrast in impact is major. Every day in every encounter, we have this opportunity, this choice, and what we choose to do is really a reflection of our character. Would we visualize the buckets others carry and seek to put something in them… and interestingly, in the process our own bucket gets filled as well.

So thanks, Intramuralist… you know all about filling buckets… including mine.

Respectfully…

DWL

why every american should care

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“The IRS is not targeting conservative groups.”

There is “not even a smidgeon of corruption” at the IRS.

Two “rogue” employees in the Cincinnati office were principally responsible for the “overly aggressive” handling of requests by conservative groups for tax-exempt status.

The IRS is “apologetic” for the “absolutely inappropriate” actions by these lower-level workers.

“The inappropriate screening was both broader and longer-lasting than had previously been known.”

“I have been advised by my counsel to assert my Constitutional right not to testify or answer questions related to the subject matter of this hearing.”

“Will you provide all of Lois Lerner’s emails?”

“Yes.”

“Ms. Lerner’s computer crashed in mid-2011. Ms. Lerner’s email…would have been lost…and could not be recovered.”

We are being told lies. It’s not that hard to figure out why. And every American should care.

A short summary:  it has been discovered that the IRS was targeting conservative groups that were applying for tax-exempt status for discriminatory scrutiny. The IRS originally blamed these actions on a few individuals in a regional office. The investigation has since risen to the top of the IRS. On June 3, 2011, the Chair of the House Ways and Means Committee wrote the Commissioner on an issue related to tax-exempt organizations. That Commissioner has since resigned. The investigation eventually encircled Lois Lerner, Director of the IRS Exempt Organizations Office. While claiming to have done nothing wrong, Ms. Lerner has taken the Fifth Amendment before Congress.

Since she would not testify, Congress subpoenaed her emails. The IRS provided 67,000 of them, but surprisingly few from January 2009 to April 2011. The new Commissioner was brought before Congress to ask why, and he promised to provide all the emails. Only after that, and we’re now in 2014, were we told that Lerner’s hard drive crashed, and her email from that time period had been lost. The date of the alleged crash? June 13, 2011, just 10 days after receiving the letter from House Ways and Means.

Any IT professional knows this is a bald-faced lie. Emails are not stored only on hard drives. They are stored on bigger computers called servers from which your email is sent to the servers of the people you are emailing. In fact, the recommendation when you use Microsoft Exchange, the most popular messaging system in the world, is that you utilize three servers, each with a redundant copy of your database, any of which could be used to restore the entire system in case any one of them crashes. Have we ever known the government to be less redundant than the rest of the world?

Then there is the issue of backups. All professional organizations back their servers up on tapes. If the server dies – that being if all three servers die – then you can restore the system to some previous state using a tape backup.

But the IRS claims it only has backups going back 6 months. That is ludicrous. This is the organization that requires every American to produce the tiniest tax-related document going back 3-7 years, but they only keep their records for 6 months?

Sarbanes-Oxley regulations require public corporations to retain their email data for 5 years, and the IRS’ own manual says email should be permanently backed up. Congress sent the new head of the IRS back to look for the missing emails, with instructions to search for them on the recipients’ computers. You know what they came back with? There were more computer crashes, pretty much everyone that Lois Lerner may have emailed, a number “less than 20.” I can just hear the suit who came up with that one. “This lie is working, so let’s go back and tell it again.” We are supposed to believe that not only did lightening strike twice, it struck 20 times.

There is no question we are being told lies. Ridiculously so. Like everybody knows we’re lying, but we’re going to keep on lying. So the question becomes, why carry on the charade?

I can promise you this:  if it were really the work of two low-level staffers in Cincinnati, they’d have been hung out to dry long ago. If this were Lois Lerner’s doing, so what, sell her down the river, so sorry, goodbye, and this is over. But they haven’t done that. They look like fools. So whom are they protecting?

As it turns out, that’s not a very hard question to answer. The head of the IRS who resigned when this scandal broke visited the White House 157 times. The woman who ran the office that oversaw tax-exempt organizations visited 165 times. (Perhaps not coincidentally, she received $103,390 in bonuses and was promoted to run Obamacare.)

By comparison, Presidential right hand Eric Holder has visited the White House 62 times. And Mark Everson, who ran the IRS from 2003-2007, visited the Bush White House one single time.

The cover story is now that these people were at the White House to discuss Obamacare. But when the former Commissioner was asked before Congress why he visited so many times, he offered an Easter egg hunt, questions about tax policy, the departmental budget, and helping the Department of Education streamline applications for financial aid.

Ahem. No mention of Obamacare.

Rest assured, if this were the work of some White House staffer, they would be fired and blamed for everything. But no one has gone down for this. Why not?

The inescapable conclusion is that this goes all the way to the top.

Why should we care? Because this is the engine of government, a government that is supposed to be of the people, by the people, and for the people, turned against the people. Perhaps you oppose conservative groups. But if the current administration can get away with this, the next administration could fashion government authority as a weapon against left-wing, pro-choice, and gay-rights groups. I staunchly disagree with each of those causes, but I will defend to my death their rights to exist, to assemble peaceably, and to speak freely.

In fact, our forefathers did just that, gave their lives to overthrow a regime that used the powers of government to oppress its citizens. It was called the British Empire, and it’s why we fought the American Revolution. Their First Amendment to our Constitution was the right to free speech, given to all, regardless of whether you agree with the majority or with the government. It is the suppression of that right by the people sworn to protect our rights that is why every American should care about what’s happening at the IRS.

Respectfully…

MPM

everyone needs a superhero

1451570_10202476070333458_130126264_nIf you had told me thirty years ago that I would be following the heroic antics of Marvel superheroes in movie form, I would have laughed and walked away. The closest I ever got to comic books while growing up was a stack of Archie and Richie Rich back issues left behind in the mountain cabin we bought when I was little. I read them again and again until I was bored with them, and I never sought out any more comic books.

But having raised geeky kids, and lived with a geeky husband, the superhero and his super deeds have become regulars in our lives.  Sitting through the latest Marvel super movie, the literary critic in me noticed once again that these stories usually run along a similar theme, and the characters in these movies (and perhaps in the comic books, though I haven’t opened one) follow similar archetypical patterns. The beauty of these patterns is that they reflect the deepest cries of the human heart. A biblical worldview perspective shows how universally appealing the superhero tale can be.

The story of the superhero follows a similar pattern, even though there are large variations from time to time.

The struggle between good and evil. The moral tale becomes very clear. Good and evil are clearly depicted. Even the colors, the setting, and sometimes the music that accompanies the good and the evil get treated very differently. Evil is dark and brooding; the lair of the evil ones is sinister, ugly, sometimes cold. Evil is depicted in such a way that the audience hates it, rejects it, finds it vile and wants it to lose. Evil, in short, is not pretty.

We identify with that theme, the great struggle of good over evil. It is one of the most universal, and one of the oldest, stories of all time. We want good to win. We recognize that good MUST win in order for us to survive. So good, as depicted in most superhero comics, does ultimately win. Our hearts are satisfied with that kind of an ending. It’s how we were wired.

Bystanders are innocent and get caught up in the moral struggle. We laughed until we hurt when we saw the crowds of people in Superman 1 and 2 (1978 and 1980) get in the way of the epic battle between Superman and General Zod (or whatever villain got in the way). The cheesy bystanders got tossed around; they cried for help in typical “woe is me” melodramatic fashion.

However, even this is part of the moral tale of good versus evil. The innocents need protecting by a powerful hero, and he does protect them, as promised! He keeps the bus from crashing to the ground; he prevents the mother’s baby carriage from getting crushed, and more. Again and again through superhero literature, we live out the need for someone powerful to save us because we are not strong enough to save ourselves.

The Superhero has incredible powers. He has huge muscles that seem barely contained by the clothes he wears. (In the case of the Incredible Hulk, his clothes cannot contain his overgrown muscles.) He is able to leap tall buildings in a single bound, spin a web to snare an enemy, throw his massive hammer over long distances to defeat a foe, to name a few superhuman skills.

He is a protector. He saves even those cheesy bystanders from the evil plans of the enemy.

The earliest superheroes were found in the Bible, in people like Samson, whose long hair gave him the power to pull an entire building down on his enemies. Some have argued that the gods and goddesses of Greek and Roman tales were also early types of superheroes. Sometimes that works, although those gods and goddesses were pretty petulant and self-serving most of the time. They only saved someone if it made themselves look good, or perhaps ticked off a rival god.

The Villain is dark and brooding and pure evil. His world is dark; his demeanor is just as dark and brooding as his lair. Loki, from the Thor movies, is the antithesis of Thor. To Thor’s strapping muscles and long golden locks, Loki has black hair, wears all black, is of normal height and build (scrawny in comparison). Loki is all bad, all the time, even if he pretends to help Thor. In short, you can depend on the stereotypes most of the time: evil is evil, and good is good, all the time.

Batman seems to break the stereotype in several ways, since he is dark and brooding and often skulks in the darkness to hunt down the evil. As we saw in The Dark Knight, however, no matter how dark Batman is, his foe is always darker and more sinister.

Though some of you may find fault with my overt generalizations, you will have to admit that the human longing for good to vanquish evil is nearly universal. We work out our own longing by cheering for the good, urging them on to fight the good fight.

Why do we create a superhero, and why does it appeal to us so much?

We recognize the truth about ourselves – that we are weak and vulnerable, and we need someone greater than us to win on our behalf. Or perhaps we even place ourselves in the position of the superhero and live out that epic battle in our minds. We are still longing for evil to be conquered.

We desperately need to feel as if there is a remedy. We realize, somewhere deep in our hearts, that we are not the superhero. We live in a sick world, and we long for a cure. In fact, if we were to take a careful look inside, we would realize our desperate need for a superhero because we are trapped by our own evil, not strong enough to save ourselves.

We recognize that in our desperate need, mere man cannot overcome the evil out there. On our own we are weaker than the evil one, and like the innocent bystander, we need an advocate, a hero–someone stronger than ourselves. That superhero–that savior – is the only one strong enough to save us.

We need someone with powers that exceed our own meager abilities. The cry for help comes from deep within our hearts, at the mercy of an overwhelming evil.

Human imagination draws upon the universal archetypes of the superhero and villain, and of the war between good and evil, in order to work out the battle that rages inside. The story is as old as time and as universal as all humankind (and the fables of gods and superheroes from many cultures around the world speaks to that universal theme). The human imagination replays, again and again, in its vast creativity, the epic struggle and the eventual victory of the superhero. The characters may shift and change, but their types remain essentially the same.

Though the authors may not have intended it to happen, I rejoice when I see these archetypes and themes. I see the universal story that the human heart depicts again and again, and it is overwhelming evidence of the human cry for a savior.

Respectfully…

SH

what would God have me do?

BikesAs I look back on the 52 years I’ve been at my profession, I have tried to respond to life’s situations asking, “What would God have me do?”  Sometimes that direction has come quickly.  Sometimes it has taken longer.

One night I was called to a home where the husband had shot his wife and then himself, killing both.  Their nine year old son was in the police squad when I arrived.  My direction was to search with the boy for a relative, teacher, friend — anyone with whom he was familiar, who could be with him when I shared the news of what had happened in that house.

Early one evening I was called to a home where a domestic dispute was re-erupting.  I went to the home, knocked on the door and heard, “Come in!”  I entered and observed a man holding a gun on his wife and then stating to me, “As long as I’m going to shoot one I might as well shoot two.”  The direction I felt at that moment was “talk fast.”  And I did.

One day a man, separated from his wife, took his two children to his parent’s house and then went home and killed himself.  I was asked to go with the children’s mother and two police officers to help put the children in the mother’s custody and then tell the parents what their son had done.  We had a plan for approach.  As soon as the grandmother saw her daughter-in-law at the door, everything disrupted.  We all discarded the plan and took care of the children’s safety and informing the grandparents, as seemed best to do.

Then last year around Christmas, I was at the hospital when the oncologist said to me, “Your daughter has stage four cancer.  She is the youngest patient I have ever had with this type of cancer.  I usually find it in 65+ year old men, and I give them a year to live.”  I didn’t have a plan for his one.  “God, what would you have me do?”  Nope, that wasn’t the first question that came.  It was more like, “How can this be?”  And of course, I didn’t believe it.

I had been with parents whose children had become seriously ill many times.  I had been with families whose teen children and younger had lost their life to drugs, accidents, other illnesses.  But this was my own daughter, my own flesh and blood, my own child — my goodness.  “How can this be?”

When such news comes I know there is an emotional process.  But I also know everyone proceeds through that process in their own individual way.  I started with denial.  My wife and I exchanged thoughts, emotions, fears, expressions of our faith and more, giving strength to each other every day.  My extended family, the church and this community have been enormously supportive.

But do you know what has been the most helpful?  It is that 34 year old daughter who has stage four cancer.  She is absolutely amazing.  She sees the good that God has brought forth in so many ways from this situation.  She believes “In all things God works together for good with those who love Him.”  And she does love Him.  She has not missed her work teaching at school except for days I have taken her to the Iowa City Cancer Center for chemotherapy.  She continues to give the children’s sermon in worship once a month.  She gets her eight year old daughter to dance lessons and her six year old son to baseball.  She has a setback for a few days following the chemo, but she endures it with an unbelievable attitude.  Truly this young lady is an extraordinary inspiration to me, her mother, her family, her school, her church and this entire community.

This time when I asked, “What would God have me do?” He answered through Nicole.

Respectfully…

Bob

forgiving self?

When I accepted the invitation to guest blog while a well deserved sabbatical is enjoyed by AR and her family, I once again procrastinated.  Of course, I then beat myself up trying to force myself to figure out a topic on which to write.  And once again, I became one of the last to turn in her work.  I thought to myself, “I sure hope AR forgives me.”  And knowing my sweet sister, AR, I am most positive she does.  The word forgive got me thinking.   I scrapped the beginnings of a post that I had struggled to write and started over.

 

I forgive you.  I forgive you, but I won’t forget.  Can you ever forgive me?   Please forgive me.  Father, please forgive me.

 

How many times have we heard or uttered one of those sentences?  I looked up quotes with the word “forgive” in them, and of course, website after website had plenty to choose.  Quotes from famous people, quotes that made sense, quotes that made no sense whatsoever… funny quotes, sad quotes… however, for today I want to focus on these words that I am sure each one of us has thought, said or heard more than once.

 

“I can’t forgive myself.”  

 

Culture today perhaps teaches us that in order to move on with our lives we must forgive ourselves.  Indeed a difficult task.  After all, forgiveness is hard work.  The historic scriptures are peppered with the words “forgive,” “forgiveness,” “forgiven”…

 

Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us.  Father, forgive them; they know not what they do.

 

Doing some very quick research, depending on the translation used, I noted that the word “forgive” in the bible is used at minimum 27 times, but never once does scripture call us to forgive ourselves.  Believe me, I have looked!  I have had many loving conversations gathered around a table, bibles open and not one of us could find a specific verse calling us to forgive ourselves. We are called to forgive and we are called to ask God for forgiveness.  But we are not called to forgive ourselves.  Forgiving our own sin is God’s work. If we forgive ourselves, does that truly free us? … or are we still in bondage to our wrongdoing?  Do we have the power to pardon ourselves?  I read a quote in a devotional that I keep in my bible:  “As the author of Hebrews points out, if our forgiveness relies on our doing something, that forgiveness has no effect at all, outside of creating guilt.”   And so the cycle continues.  The enemy will continue to remind us that we are unforgivable if we cannot forgive ourselves, putting the focus on ourselves rather than the Forgiver.

 

The forgiveness of the cross eliminated the need for us to forgive ourselves from our wrongdoings.  We can humbly go to God for the work that only God can do in our lives.   So the next time you think or say “I cannot forgive myself for what I have done,” remember you do not need to take on such a lofty task.  Go to the Forgiver, with a true repentant heart. He will forgive your sin and remember it no more.

 

Respectfully…

KS

under the knife

jl7052At the age of 56, I find myself in counseling. No addictions, no marriage crisis or nights filled with sleeplessness, yet here I am going every other week to someone I hope can extend a handhold up out of the ruts where I currently reside.

 

A couple of years ago my kids started not so casually mentioning the idea of me seeing someone for my extreme emotional reactions. My frequent hurt feelings and intense crying never seemed over the top to me, but then I was blinded by my oceanic need for affirmation. When I felt rejected by someone, mainly family members, I fell completely apart. Even though I have been in some very stretching accountability relationships over the last 10 years and my personal awareness level is pretty high, I wasn’t able to identify this “growth area” (a nice way of saying weakness or fault).

 

The other thing that concerned my family was my physical fitness. My parents both led very sedentary lives, which affected their health in significant ways. Everyone wants a different outcome for me.

 

Like any good person in denial, I put off making that appointment for several years. But after going through two major surgeries to regain some physical health, it occurred to me that shoring up my emotional well being would be a good idea. I adopted a new mantra:  “I want to finish this life well!”

 

So what does that look like?

 

I began to take inventory of my resentments. Who am I holding a grudge against and why? God showed up here in an unexpected way by prompting me to ask myself some very difficult questions, like:

“What was I getting out of holding on to this resentment?” 

“What may I not be considering about this situation?” 

“How did I want to experience judgment and forgiveness from others?”

 

My counselor added more questions to ponder…

“How was I nurtured as a young girl?” 

“What triggers cause me to act like a hysterical child instead of responding as an adult?” 

“Why am I so reactionary?” 

Part of me feels really good about this process of discovery, but the other part of me says it’s too exhausting. I fight feeling defeated.

 

This lack of confidence carries over into my pursuit of fitness as well. I have a lot of weight to lose. How will I ever achieve this?

 

I need to envision myself differently. The invisible conversation bubble over my head says, “Busy pursuing fitness!” The other day I actually bought fitness wear. Getting back to the gym is next. It’s difficult to change the DNA of someone who loves reading, writing and knitting, but finishing well means adding movement and energy to my life.

 

“Wanna to go for a walk?”

 

Respectfully…

CB

guest writer series

4263193267_fb5cee0c57_z‘Tis time to reflect upon why we do what we do — on the purpose of the infamous Intramuralist.

Contrary to the blogs of many, my goal has never been to make you think like me.  Sorry, but I have news for you:  there are places where I’m wrong; there are places where my perspective is unknowingly limited; there are places where my perspective is not so limited and I’m still wrong.  There are also places where my reasoning is wrong and I have no idea.

Hence, the purpose of this blog is not to encourage likeminded thinking.  In fact, that approach by many of our elect and supporting activists disturbs me.  This country has never focused on likemindedness.  Wisdom has never equated to the robotic toeing of an ideological line.

The purpose of our posting has always been to model respectful dialogue.  That means stating our opinion in such a way that it’s respectful to all — even and especially to the one who disagrees with us.  The subsequent goal is to encourage dialogue — and then really listen, — because (1) listening is a basic form of respect, and (2) we craft solution from respectful dialogue.  Friends, one thing all leaders need to learn is that they do not solve an issue by shutting an opponent down.  Such is merely a foolish escape deliberately guised by the intelligent, albeit not the wise.

Thus, a primary belief I have always adhered to is that we’re in this together.  As recently written, we are “doing life” together; therefore, we grow.  While three days a week, I pick up my figurative pen and promptly post a semi-humble sentiment, it is my sense that we are in this together.

As evidence of such, on Tuesday we begin one of my favorite, summer activities.  It’s time for our 6th annual Intramuralist Guest Writers Series!  For half a dozen years now, we have featured the writings and perspectives of a wide variety of people — people I know… people I deeply respect… people who may or may not think like me.  Thinking like me doesn’t matter.

We will hear from thirteen creative, expressive individuals who have agreed to model our respectful mantra over the next four weeks.  Their topics of choice are diverse.  From a writer to a state senator to a food bank director… from a retired teacher to a current teacher to a young man living overseas… from a college kid to a stay-at-home mom to a career pastor… from a psychologist to nonprofit director to a realtor and wise  new grandma… We have a creative, articulate, passionate group of writers sharing wit and wisdom, strength and sorrow, learnings and leanings, and all sorts of other wise nuggets in between.

Let me state one aspect to be clear:  the Intramuralist may or may not agree with the opinions expressed; that’s not the point.  The point is that each of these admired men and women desire to share their thoughts with you in a respectful way.  At times you will undoubtedly jump out of your seat and cheer along.  You may ‘amen.’  Other days you may grimace.  You might share in their triumph or gasp in their heartache.  But along the way, you will witness respectful, encouraged dialogue.

So join me for this excellent series.  I promise two things:  one, it will be good; and two, I will be back.

Respectfully…

AR

flight mh17

26422957.sfI can only imagine…

How it feels…

… to have loved ones in a plane intentionally shot down…

… to have actually been on that plane…

… would I have felt anything?

… known anything?

… what my final moments on the planet would have been like…

… what my eyes and face will someday see…

I can only imagine.

The depth of the emotion of those left here…

… Australian Kaylene Mann, who lost her stepdaughter in this crash — after losing her brother and sister-in-law when Malaysia Airlines Flight MH370 tragically disappeared in March — a plane still not found…

… Barry and Izzy Sim, who were told in the final moments before boarding that their flight was too full; they were being moved to another plane — thus shockingly, mercifully learning later what they were spared…

… how they will live now…

I can only imagine.

What goes through the heads and hearts of those involved or those expected to react…

… world leaders — expressing outrage at the act, respect for the victims, compassion for the families, and attempting to cede all scoring of self-motivated political points…

… Russian Pres. Vladimir Putin, who may or may not have been aware or responsible, who may or may not be motivated by evil…

… the one who pulled the trigger on the missile, who most likely was motivated by evil…

I can only imagine.

At the time the shot was heard ‘round the world on Thursday, when reports surfaced of the downed passenger plane, I was on the phone with a customer service rep, making a routine appointment.  As she was waiting on her computer to proceed with scheduling, I asked if she was aware of the fateful Malaysian flight.  She responded affirmatively; her shock was obvious and apparent.  When the discussion evolved into the aspect that the jet was hit by a missile — meaning an explosive was intentionally shot in its direction — the gal expressed an audible, strong shiver, adding, “I don’t like to think about things like that.”

Isn’t that the point?

We don’t like to think about things like that.  We don’t like to think about the lives lost… what actually happened.  It’s outrageous.  Awful.  Heinous and heartbreaking.

We also don’t like to think about who could have pulled that trigger — who launched and ordered the launch of that missile.  It was wrong.  Sinful.  Evil.

We don’t like those words.  They make us incredibly uncomfortable.  We don’t like admitting that wrong, sin, and evil exist on planet Earth.

We don’t like to imagine.

Respectfully…

AR

illegal immigration

BorderFenceImage_jpg_800x1000_q100Once again our leaders have managed to do what-should-be the impossible.  They have managed to politicize a problem instead of solve it (sigh).

Please pause for a moment before throwing the first proverbial stone in yet another ad hominem attack.  One of the aspects that most gets my goat or some other colloquial critter is how we say “yeah, but” when justifying our response… “Yeah, but he did it first…  Yeah, but it was the President…  yeah, but Congress…”  “Yeah but’s” are the intellectuals covert, clever means of justifying something within their own response that doesn’t make total logical or compassionate sense.  “Yeah but’s” are what allow both our current President and Congress to politicize a problem instead of solve it.  We have a problem with illegal immigration — especially now with child migrants.

This is a tough one, friends.  I remember as a hope-filled child, proudly singing those words with my elementary peers…  “Give me your tired, your poor… Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free;  the wretched refuse of your teeming shore.  Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me.  I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

Today there are huddled massed just across the Texas border, masses no doubt yearning to breathe free.

First, a brief synopsis of the facts so we can speak intelligently (and avoid the “yeah, but’s”):

  • More than 52,000 children have been picked up illegally crossing the border since October — nearly double last year’s total and 10 times 2009’s numbers.
  • Most are from Central America and are unaccompanied by adults.
  • Many are motivated by safety concerns in their own country.
  • Many believe they will not be deported, due to both rumors and public statements by our government.
  • U.S. policy allows Mexican child migrants to be deported quickly.
  • A 2008 law calls for all Central American children to be given a court hearing; the purpose of that law was to combat child trafficking.
  • Court hearings often take up to 2-3 years to take place; many often fail to appear.

Immigration policy has long been the balance of logic and compassion (…remember the two things the “yeah, but’s” allow our leaders to omit).  We can’t allow for total amnesty, as that doesn’t address the very real motive of many in this world, whose chief desire is to destroy America (see September, 2001).  We also can’t simply arrest and ship home, as that doesn’t recognize those tired and poor masses that our country was founded upon to serve.  So what do we do?  While by no means do any of us know exactly the way to solve this problem, let the Intramuralist submit a means of where to — and to not — begin…

We can’t begin by simply throwing more money at the problem.  As a whole for years, our government has not acted faithfully with our money — spending too much on political priorities; hence, hiring more agents, judges, etc. means increased debt, and it doesn’t solve the long term problem.

We can’t begin by fortifying the border.  That takes time.  Securing the border doesn’t solve the short term problem.

What we do first in my semi-humble opinion is semi-simple.  We ask the Central American governments to get involved.  They don’t have to solve the problem alone, but until they choose to be responsible for a solution governing their own people, we halt their current financial aid.  Collectively, the governments of El Salvador, Guatemala and Honduras receive over a billion dollars annually in military and economic assistance from the U.S.  Granted, we need to be sensitive here, as we don’t want to destabilize the drug-infested area significantly more, but it is logical to expect these governments to be part of the solution and not just the problem.

What we do second is less simple.  Our leaders need to gather together, with no political strategists or schemers — maybe no cameras — role up their sleeves, and set all political motives aside.  That means not adopting any policy motivated by how it impacts a specific voting bloc.  Together they must develop a logical, compassionate, cost-efficient short term and long term strategy.  No one is king; no one person sets the policy; and all refrain from saying “yeah, but.”

In other words, our leaders would serve us best — and craft solutions best — by not politicizing another problem.

Respectfully…

AR

teenagers

IMG_1955AR:  “So what is your opinion of my blog?”

JT:  “It’s current.”

AR:  “What do you think I do?”

JT:  “Report on current events.”

AR:  “Why do you think I do it?”

JT:  “To share your opinion about current events in a respectful way and inform people at the same time.”

AR:  “Are there any current events you especially care about?”

JT:  “Mrs. Obama influencing my school lunch choices… Justin Bieber getting caught again (snicker, snicker)… and Germany kicking the crap out of Brazil in the World Cup.”

AR:  “What about politics?  What do you think about politics?

JT:  “They’re overhyped.  So many people are stupid in politics, but we elect stupid people.”

AR:  “‘Stupid’ isn’t a very respectful word.”

JT:  “Yeah, but people aren’t very respectful in politics.”

AR:  “Tell me how do you see that.”

JT:  “They’re so one-sided, and they can’t handle anything but having their own way on an issue.  No one’s willing to compromise.”

AR:  “How could we fix this?”

JT:  “Quit electing stupid people.”

AR:  “Why do you think we keep electing these kind of people?”

JT:  “Because they’re good communicators and they make you think they’ll do something when they really won’t.  Some of them are lying; others just aren’t really focused or they’re unable to work with other people.”

AR:  “Why do you think they’re unable to work with others?”

JT:  “Because some of them come from a background where they never have to work with other people.  Like those who are lawyers — they’re used to fighting everyone to get a certain result — to convince everyone in the room and get them to agree with their opinion.  Lawyers don’t practice how to compromise or work with anyone else.  They are better at defending opinions than running a country.”

AR:  “Could you run the country?”

JT:  “No.  Too much work.”

AR:  “So who’s the ideal candidate to run a country?”

JT:  “Someone who comes from a background that knows how to manage people and handle a budget.  Someone who knows how to run a big company.  Someone who’s not whiny.”

AR:  “Why not whiny?”

JT:  “If the President is whiny, he’ll be like the whiny people in the world.  We don’t need more whiny people.”

AR:  “What about how relatable the President is?  How important is it that to you?”

JT:  “Like social media?  In some ways he needs to relate to us, but that’s not the most important thing.  Just because people think they can relate to you doesn’t mean you’re doing a good job.  Every leader has supporters.  They need to lead well regardless of how well they relate — regardless of whether people like or dislike you.”

AR:  “Is there anything else you’d like to say to today’s readers?”

JT:  [grin] “I’m available for babysitting.”

AR:  “Is babysitting ‘too much work’?”

JT:  “No.  Kids are fun.  It’s adults who are sometimes whiny.”

(As told by one blossoming, growing-in-wisdom, 15 year old boy…)

Respectfully…

AR