God loves the people who are biased against you.

A lot of my fellow conservatives were right in the thick of the Laura Lundquist business on twitter. All night I fought the temptation to join the piling on. In the end I kept silent, because whatever her biases may or may not be, God loves her.

Media bias consists not of individuals’s politics. We all have political leanings, it’s not possible for there to be exceptions, even among reporters. Media bias consists in the fact that almost the only people ever hired by major dailies come out of one particular culture – a culture that by and large believes the only way to hold opposing views is to be an intellectual inferior or to be uneducated.

We need to change that culture, not change one reporter. And the best way to change the culture is to act in such a way that they have no choice but to see us as real human beings, not caricatures.

Love will accomplish that, so I did my best to act with love. Funny how often the best way to love someone is just keep your mouth shut.

Good cold, bad cold

I’ve never actually measured it, but I think the change happens somewhere around 10 degrees above zero.

Somewhere above ten is the good cold. It braces you, calls out the frontier history in you, and challenges you. You respond by focusing in tighter on getting the fire going, because being sloppy and rushed about it will just keep you cold longer. You respond by loving your zero-degree sleeping bag even more.

In the good cold, I want to run out to meet it. The good cold fills me with the knowledge that this is real life, and I am beating it.

In the bad cold, things are a little different. In the bad cold, I just want to get inside, crank up my electric heat, and not even come near the windows because those will be too cold.

I’m not exactly sure where the boundary is, between good cold and bad cold.

But negative ten degrees is the bad cold. Of that, I’m pretty sure this morning.

Being under authority is hard

Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, bless those who curse you, pray for those who mistreat you. If someone slaps you on one cheek, turn to them the other also. If someone takes your coat, do not withhold your shirt from them. Give to everyone who asks you, and if anyone takes what belongs to you, do not demand it back. Luke 6:27-30

This is really hard for me. I want to fight. I want to resist. The government has wrongly taken away my freedom to make my own health care choices. Resistance comes very easily to me. Outrage comes very easily to me. I want to resist. I want to take back what was stolen from me.

Following Jesus isn’t easy. You don’t just say, “I’m a Christian,” and all of a sudden you stop making wrong choices, and everything you do is perfect. It’s not like that. It’s never like that. I’m a Christian because I make mistakes and need help, not because I never make mistakes.

Submitting to unjust governance is the hardest part of following Jesus. But he did it, and he wants us to be like him. He submitted to an unjust ruling by the government — even to the point of his own death.

Jesus went out to a mountainside to pray

Jesus went off by himself to pray. Those times figured prominently in his relationship with the Father. He often chose to enjoy places with mountains and trees — he often chose to be alone in God’s creation.

One of those days Jesus went out to a mountainside to pray, and spent the night praying to God. — Luke 6:12

Resting in a mountain meadow watching clouds inch across a clear blue sky, I know why Jesus did it that way. Why it is the way it is, I don’t claim to know. But I know this: I hear God better when I’m out on a mountainside.

The shot I didn’t take

Yesterday, after an exhaustive day of hunting without seeing any game, we saw a little muley doe on a hillside as we drove back.

“This is almost certainly not going to work,” I told my hunting partner. Then I got out of my truck and grabbed my bow.

Steep fails to describe that hill. I tested my weight before every single step, to see if my foot would stay, or if I’d come sliding down with a razor-sharp broadhead flailing around. I muscled my way up it, all the while in full view of the doe, who just watched me coming up.

I neared her level on the hill, but still many yards of horizontal distance separated us. She headed up the hill further, revealing a smaller fawn following behind her. I clambered my way towards her, slipping the whole time. She moved up with every step I took, but also toward me in the horizontal dimension.

The moment hung there like a picture.

Her: silhouetted against the skyline, perfectly broadside to me, fifty yards away. I saw the gray fur in detail. I saw the big floppy ears that make the head look small.

Me: firm footing, release hooked to the bow string, thinking and praying.

I let the bow drop to my side and didn’t take the shot. Fifty yards is an awful long shot for me. I don’t like the risk of wounding an animal, or killing it in such a way that it dies over the course of a day and gets away from me before it dies.

A whole day of sweating and climbing, scouting and tracking, peels away in an instant until all that’s left is one moment. In that moment, we find me looking at an animal, and deciding I would rather go home empty handed than risk wasting one of the animals God gave me dominion over.

Forcing love

Whenever I interact with any individual, I want my part of the interaction to be loving. No matter who they are, no matter what sins they may or may not be working through in their life, I pray that I will love them.

Whenever the government legally requires me to love, it commits a grievous evil that hurts me, hurts the people I interact with, and causes pain to God.

Freely chosen love is the way to follow Jesus. Trying to force love is morally wrong.

Constitution Day

I was supposed to give a speech for Constitution Day today, but the rain interfered with my plan. I don’t want the speech to go to waste, so here it is.

When we Americans talk about our constitution, we tend to think of “The Constitution” as just it’s name. But today, I think it’s important to remember that constitution is a word of the English language. Our constitution is called a constitution because that word represents what the document does.

Some definitions of the word “constitution:” The way in which a thing is composed or made up. The act or process of constituting – establishment. The state of being constituted – formation.

The reason I cite these definitions is to make a point that too often goes unmentioned or forgotten in today’s media. These definitions all have to do with the act of making something which did not previously exist.

The federal government did not exist before the constitution was written. It had no form. It was a nullity. It was void. There was no such thing.

Our federal government exists solely because we created it out of nothing.

Even though we’re here today to celebrate the constitution, I think it’s a good idea to cite a famous quote from the declaration of independence. It further emphasizes this point about the fact that the constitution created out of nothing a federal government.

“To secure these rights, governments are instituted among men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed.”

We’ve all heard that quote before. In fact, it’s so frequently heard that I think the words may have lost their meaning for some. So with your indulgence, I’ll take a moment or two to talk about what the words mean.

Governments are instituted among men: The government does not exist until humans form it.

To secure these rights: Our rights existed before the government did. The government doesn’t give us rights. The constitution doesn’t give us rights. Our rights are ours, and we, the people created the federal government for the express purpose of protecting our rights.

Just powers: A Government power to do something may be just or unjust. The fact that it is the government taking the action does not in itself make the action just. The fact that the founders felt it necessary to specify how “just” powers are derived implies the fact that there are powers of the opposite kind.

From the consent of the governed: On its own, the government has no power, no right, no authority to tell us what to do. On our own, humans have every right to run their own lives and do whatever they want. There is one and only one way in which the government may acquire any just power over us. If we choose to permit it. If I say, “Government, I accept your authority to boss me around on this subject,” then the government has that power. But if I never gave that consent, the government never gained that power. If the government exercises a power to which consent was never given, that power is not a just power.

My friends, our constitution is the document by which we, the people gave our consent. When our forefathers sent their delegates to the convention that created it, consent was given. When our forefathers voted to ratify the constitution, consent was given.

If a power is not mentioned in the constitution, consent was never given.

And that, my friends, is the beauty of our constitution. We can know, at any time, what is right and good for our government to do. We need never have any doubt about what’s the right course for our federal government. We need only look to our constitution, and we can know for certain what political matters are right and wrong.

In this age of talking heads, and angry pundits, and a capital city filled with babble, we are blessed. We need not expect that the talking heads will tell us what to do. We need not look to pundits for guidance. We need only read the constitution, and we can know everything we need to know about what course the federal government ought to take.

Pope Frances

Pope Francis says a lot of things that make the left happy. Which is good. I want the followers of Jesus to reach out to the left. I want the left to know how much he loves them.

What’s hard for me is the “getting out ahead of God” that immediately seems to follow. Take, for example, an article that appeared today. I’m not going to link to it yet — not until after I’ve quoted their work. This is the complete quote that they printed from Pope Frances:

You ask me if the God of the Christians forgives those who don’t believe and who don’t seek the faith. I start by saying – and this is the fundamental thing – that God’s mercy has no limits if you go to him with a sincere and contrite heart. The issue for those who do not believe in God is to obey their conscience.

 

Sin, even for those who have no faith, exists when people disobey their conscience.

Now, here is the headline that a newspaper editor wrote after reading that quote:

Pope Francis assures sceptics: You don’t have to believe in God to go to heaven —The Independent.

God loves people who don’t believe. God cherishes them, and forgives them. Jesus died for them — specifically out of his love for people who did not believe. Jesus, in fact, chose to lay down his life because of his love for people who were not born at the time, but who, when they were born, would not believe.

None of that is the same as saying “you don’t have to believe to go to heaven.”

I am glad that Pope Francis speaks out to the secular community. I love that he is opening whole new communities to hear about the love of Jesus.

I just wish people would hear what he says, instead of what they want to hear.

It’s about love.

A perfect response to most things that television and the internet say about Christianity. I didn’t write it, but I know the guy who did.

Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God. Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God. Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love. This is how God showed his love among us: He sent his one and only Son into the world that we might live through him. This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins. Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us.

This is how we know that we live in him and he in us: He has given us of his Spirit. And we have seen and testify that the Father has sent his Son to be the Savior of the world. 15 If anyone acknowledges that Jesus is the Son of God, God lives in them and they in God. 16 And so we know and rely on the love God has for us.

God is love. Whoever lives in love lives in God, and God in them. This is how love is made complete among us so that we will have confidence on the day of judgment: In this world we are like Jesus. There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love.

We love because he first loved us. Whoever claims to love God yet hates a brother or sister is a liar. For whoever does not love their brother and sister, whom they have seen, cannot love God, whom they have not seen. And he has given us this command: Anyone who loves God must also love their brother and sister.