Biblical Thoughts on Nationhood - I

Americans have frequently thought of themselves as a sort of “new Israel,” chosen and blessed by God. So this month, between Memorial Day and July Fourth, I hope to share some biblical reflections on nationhood.

It’s hard to find a “golden age” for the nation of Israel in the Bible. The story from Exodus to Judges reads like a dark tragic-comedy of personal and communal failures. Judges is a cyclical tale of heroic freedom-fighters (with their own failures) and communal forgetfulness. Almost every chapter opens with, “and the sons of Israel again did evil in the sight of the Lord.”

Finally the Israelites ask for a king “like all the other nations.”

God had anticipated this for the last few hundred years (Deuteronomy 17:14) but he recognizes it as rejection. Still, God condescends to Israel’s request and gives them a real winner. Saul was apparently the Fabio of his day (“There was not a man among the people of Israel more handsome than he. From his shoulders upward he was taller than any of the people.”), but terribly insecure (maybe Fabio is too, I don’t know). God has Saul anointed king in I Samuel 10, and rejects him in I Samuel 15, ultimately in favor of David. You have to feel bad for the guy ‘cause he doesn’t screw up that bad (in the relative scheme of biblical screw-ups) but he’s also demented, so he kind of loses sympathy along the way.

King David, the shepherd-boy-wonder giant-slayer is installed in all of our heads as “a man after God’s own heart.” He wrote all those great Psalms too! BUT, the adulturer-murderer’s reign is mostly a story of civil and family violence, strife and discord. It reads like the saga of an organized crime family. God won’t let David build the Temple because the man-after-God’s-own-heart has too much blood on his hands.

Then Solomon arrives! The reign of Solomon is the ONLY extended period of national unity. Solomon is also the wisest man who ever lived, ‘cause when God gives him one wish, he doesn’t ask for money or fame or more wishes or anything. He asks for wisdom. Because of his wise wish, God also grants him wealth and he has the honor of building God’s house, the Temple in Jerusalem. He also builds his own crib. Note: God’s house is 60 x 20 x 30 and it takes 7 years to build. Solomon’s house is 100 x 50 x 30 and it takes 13 years to build. Interesting…. Why does Solomon get a better house than GOD? Maybe that’s ‘cause God isn’t a pimp. Read on.

God’s original commands for the monarchy (back when God saw it coming) were simple. Don’t get a lot of horses (and don’t go back to Egypt for horses), don’t have a lot of wives, don’t get a lot of gold and silver (Deuteronomy 17:14-20). These are basically the ancient marks of military, political and economic power and security. Oh, and get to know God’s law REAL well.

What does Solomon do? He gets 40,000 stalls of horses (I Kings 4:26). He brings in 666 talents of gold (about $480 million by somebody’s measure, but that’s dated) per year (“besides that from the traders and merchants and governors” – I Kings 10:14) and he made silver “as common as stones.” I know God said he would have riches but… Then he accumulates 700 wives and 300 concubines (including the daughter of the Pharoah of Egypt) and ends up worshipping idols. God gets mad, but tells Solomon that “for the sake of your father David” he won’t take the kingdom away until after his death.

Solomon’s real legacy is revealed in the candid eulogy/advice that the people offer to Solomon’s son Rehoboam : “Your father made our yoke hard; now therefore lighten the hard service of your father and his heavy yoke which he put on us, and we will serve you.”

Solomon was remembered as an oppressive monarch. (Incidentally, Rehoboam rejects this advice and the Israelite kingship goes mostly downhill from there; which is amazing)

Okay, so what? At least some Americans want to be a nation in favor with God. It seems pretty unrealistic at this point to model ourselves on biblical Israel. I have no interest in advocating a national theocracy of the biblical Israel type (or any other type). Mostly because I don’t think Jesus was into that. Truth be told, I don’t think we ever got the “deal” (covenant) that Israel got, and I’m glad. I expect we’d do just as poorly. What if we just looked at the basic stuff? Not accumulating horses (military power), gold and silver (economic power) and wives (political power). We are further down these roads than Solomon ever dreamed of. Is it any wonder that we have “In God We Trust” inscribed on our MONEY? What should be a reminder is probably a statement of what our God really is.

But when we start thinking about having a prophetic voice to national leadership in biblical terms, it makes sense to me to start at Deuteronomy 17 with these three simple commands; which will resound as total nonsense in the ears of the leaders of ANY nation-state, and clearly sounded like nonsense to Israel’s kings. Maybe a more moderate proposal would be to say that people who respect the Bible won’t celebrate the fact that our nation has all of the stuff that God told the kings of Israel not to get. If we can just do that, maybe we won’t have to think about God’s plan for the “redistribution of wealth” in Leviticus, or whether we should throw away our blended fabrics.

Some People Say A Man Is Made Out Of Mud

Did you listen to the song?  Youtube wouldn't let me upload it for several days and then apparently honored my request, when it was randomly convenient.
I remember hearing this song on my grandfather’s record player when I was a kid. From time to time it comes back to me. I played the song through the classroom computer for a class of freshmen last year when we were discussing a Christian perspective on work. It seemed so funny to be looking at this picture of a guy who looks like a cross between Fred Rogers and Clark Gable as Rhett Butler.

To top it off, smiley (also known as Tennessee Ernie Ford, one of the biggest recording artists of the 50’s and 60’s) is singing this fatalistic, mournful, tough-as-nails coal miner’s lament written by Merle Travis. I still LOVE the song.

“If you see me comin', better step aside
A lotta men didn't, a lotta men died
One fist of iron, the other of steel
If the right one don't a-get you
Then the left one will”

Sure Ernie.
But seriously, what is it about this song that became a hit in 1955? What does it say to (and about) the soul?

In point of fact, when God creates the human in Genesis one and it is declared "adam," what is being said is essentially “earthling.” Creature made from earth. But this creature is also declared to be “in the image of God.”

AND, in Genesis 2:15, before anything goes awry, the earthling is given work to do.  In the next chapter, God says that because of human rebellion, making a living will now be hard work. So here is the challenge to the soul. We are created for work, yet we often experience work as soul-owning, anger-inducing subordination. Let’s face it, Marx was onto something.

So what’s the solution? Paul admonishes early Christ-followers to work “as if for the Lord, rather than men.” Let’s face something else. I doubt too many of the readers here are coal-miners and none get paid in credit slips to “the company store.” Maybe part of what is so difficult about our work is NOT that it’s so repressive (though an increasingly large number of Americans struggle to make ends meet – see Nickel and Dimed by Barbara Ehrenreich) but that we work mainly to fulfill our own facile fantasies of the latest luxury.  The “men” we are working for, instead of the Lord, is ourselves.

Another problem is our theology of "giftedness."  Personally, I also know that I sometimes fall victim to the privileged/entitlement mindset that my work should be a fulfilling matrix of my unique abilities with tasks assigned accordingly and then met with praise when accomplished. I have a wonderful work-situation, but… like most people reading this, I don’t live in fantasy land.

I am finding release from this self-centeredness when I daily remind myself that in fact NOTHING really belongs to me, including my time.  A better theology of giftedness is to recognize that everything I “have” is a gift from God. So, I’ve taken to reminding myself every day that my 9-5 (as with the other hours, but 9-5 needs the most reminding) belongs to God and whatever it contains must be on God’s “to-do” list for me. This doesn’t mean that everyone (including me) needs to just accept “their station in life.” But accepting each day, at the beginning of the day, one day at a time, has been producing a great deal of contentment.

Another day older and deeper in debt for the gift of life.
Saint Peter, don’t you call me, cause there’s lots to do down here.

My "Stay-At-Home" Moms

No, my dad was not a bigamist.  But the soul of this man is privileged to have been nurtured by two "stay-at-home" moms.  

To the "stay-at-home" mother of my boys.

You sacrificed so much in the past 5 years.  I remember my heartache of dropping Asher off at child-care because we needed you to work and I wasn’t done with grad school.  I can’t imagine what your own heart felt.

And now you have sacrificed the financial security of that job to be available to the boys.  I can tell you I have so much more peace now, knowing that you are there for them and with them. 

The boys we created together are delightful and wonderful and awesome.  But they have not been easy.  From Asher’s first year of reflux to Zephan’s fire-alarm loud calls for beverage cart service in middle of the night, you have endured admirably.  I know your honesty about the difficulties has also encouraged other moms and made them feel less lonely in their own struggles.  I think vulnerability about this very fundamental mom-identity (where the illusion of ever elusive perfectionism is to be maintained at all cost) may be the most courageous vulnerability of all. 

Thank you for being there for our boys, and for their father. It seems appropriate to end with the words of our eldest: “You’re the best one ever.”  We adore you.

For MY Mom

By the time I got to high school, my parents had the reputation of being “strict” because of curfews and some social restrictions and things.  People that had the so-called “cool” parents were more permissive.   But I can tell you that growing up, I definitely had the “cool mom.”  I remember “cooking soup” in the kitchen with my mom.  This basically involved me standing on a stool and being allowed to put any spices I wanted into a simmering pot and stirring.  I have no memory of tasting this “soup” which must mean either my mom talked me out of it, or I have buried that memory DEEP in my subconscious.  Along similar lines I remember the day my mom allowed me to attempt to make “mint juice” by grinding mint plants that grew on our property in a meat grinder and catching the “juice” in a cup.  Anyway, I attribute my current joy as a mad-scientist-style culinary "artist" to my mom. Once she even let my brother and I grind balloons in the meat grinder just because we wanted to see what would happen.  I’m sure in each of these scenarios, my MOM already knew what would happen (gross tasting hot water, undrinkably-bitter green “juice” and shredded balloons).  But she let us explore and find out for ourselves!  What a gift!

I also remember a LOT of reading with my mom.  Lots of stories of adventure and heroism.  I’m sure the reading we did is what has made me a reader today.  Along with that, my mom would take dictation and write stories that I told to go along with pictures I drew.  She treated (and still does treat) each of them as a work of art; the great American novel of a 7 year old.  My mom has held on to my creations and cherished my talents for three and a half decades.

Lastly, I remember (after reading) having fairly long conversations with my mom before bed.  She sat on the edge of the bed listening and talking and asking questions and listening some more.  I have no idea what we talked about, but I'm sure her esteem of what I had to say gave me confidence that I DID have something to say; that maybe I was worth listening to.  

As I have gotten older, her care and interest in me has not waned even slightly.  She is still my fan and will now eat my creations and read my blog and still listens to what I have to say.  

As I observe relationships, I see a lot of Genesis 2:24 being lived out.  It's stereotypical, but it seems to me that boys tend to become men who marry and leave their families, while women tend to stick closer; emotionally if not geographically.  (I confess I have forgotten my mom’s birthday before.  And Mothers Day.  She has never been anything but gracious.)

I expect this is a loss to mothers of boys.  To my mom.  Be that as it is, I want my mom to know today that I know and understand her love for me (now that I have children) in a way that I never did before.  I feel the blessing of being shaped by you and given by God into your arms.  I am SO thankful.

Marriage Rules for Men

I read somewhere that men were more reluctant to get married but ultimately rated their marriage satisfaction higher than women.  Therefore: marriage rules for men.  But men feel like they don’t MAKE the rules in marriage.  If the latter is actually true, chances are its also the reason for the former being true.  This blog is about both of these things.

For a number of years in various forms, there have circulated lists of “The Man Rules.” A number of these lists have lots of rules about freedom to watch sports and women that one is not married to.  I don’t like watching sports and I do like my marriage so I have edited those rules out.  Generally, for guys that want to do whatever they want, I recommend loneliness.  Demanding whatever you think you want is a great way to live with a completely self-centered person.  Yourself.  I got a taste of it once and it helped me realize what I REALLY want.  Still, the “man-rules” are funny. This is my personal “best of” selection.  With commentary in italics. 

“Now it's time for the man's rules. We always hear "the rules" for the feminine side. Ok - we are now going to hear the rules from the man's side. These are our rules! Please note these are all numbered "1" on purpose.

1. Learn to work the toilet seat. We do it all the time. You're a big girl. If it's up, put it down.

I love this rule.  I hate toilet seat entitlement.  I grew up in a house where men outnumbered women 3:1.  I ALSO have two boys.  Guess what?  The toilet seats stay DOWN in our house.

1. Ask for what you want. We are not mind readers and we never will be. Our lack of mind-reading ability is not proof of how little we care about you.

Let us be clear on this one:

Subtle hints do not work

Strong hints do not work

Obvious hints do not work

Just say it!

This is a tad ironic as I think lots of guys expect stuff from their wives that they NEVER communicate.  I think women don’t say it because the spontaneity is lost.  Guys don’t because: a) they aren’t even conscious of what they want, or b) cause they’re scared of rejection.

1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. In fact, all comments become null and void after 7 days.  I love this one too. 

1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways, and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one.  Brilliant.  Even as an academic that spends a lot of time analyzing words, I can say it.  Women have taken it too far. 

1. You can either ask us to do something or tell us how you want it done, not both. If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself.  Sometimes I wish I could just be physically possessed by Beth for short periods so that she could do the things she thinks only I can do but don't know how (or can't remember that I'm supposed to).  Her way of doing things probably IS best, but my fragile male ego resists strong suggestions about how to complete tasks.

1. If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," We will act like nothing's wrong. We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle.”

Okay, that’s the man rules.  Now…  Beth and I were on a panel for a marital counseling class at Messiah the other day and this is the summary of what we said that we thought was important in retrospect.  We could call this the “Marriage Rules” but it’s really principles.  To read a more articulate version, check out Beth’s blog.  Some of this is ripped right from it.

1. “Marriage is intended to make you holy, not happy."    But what is so amazing is that when you strive for holiness you somehow find happiness. Marriage is a sanctifying gift.  Funny how that works, huh?  God's kingdom really is upside down.

2.  You can only be loved as much as you are known.  The temptation for so many is to buy into the lie that if I am truly known---all of my secrets, ugliness, sin, darkness---I will not be loved.  Learning to be honest with myself and Beth is one of the greatest things I have learned in marriage.  Beth has pretty much known this all along.

3.  Focus on fixing your own junk and making your spouse happy.  There will be plenty to do in columns A & B.  The temptation in marriage is to focus on all the things that are wrong with your spouse and seek your own happiness (see also 1 above).  Both of THESE efforts are deceitful and futile.  If people could actually make themselves happy through “the pursuit of happiness” our world would be a very different place since most everyone does this naturally.

Not as funny as the “man-rules” but ultimately more satisfying. 

Now the best list of all…

The Matt rules - THE TOP “10” – This is the list of just some of the ways my wife is a “10.”  Opposite of the “man rules,” these are all numbered “10” on purpose to emphasize Beth’s 10-ness.  Why do I call it the “Matt Rules”? Alliteration.  And maybe irony.

10. In the ordinary usage of the word, being a objectifying purely physical rating, yes, Beth is totally a “10.”  For that reason you might never see a picture of her on my blog.  I don’t deserve her, but she’s mine.  You don’t deserve her either but, well… she’s mine.

10. Honesty.  As I said, Beth figured out that being loved and being known go together way before me.  She’s also pretty thick skinned (metaphor bearing no relation to number 10 above).  She’s okay with NOT being liked by everyone.  Take her or leave her, you will know who it is that you are taking or leaving.  I’ll take her. 

10. Humor.  Beth is hilarious.  Become her facebook friend and you’ll find out.  She’s the queen of witty facebook banter.  But I also know she’s funny because one of my first memories of her is hearing her beautiful laugh (her laugh is a 10 too) when I was trying to be funny.  So you KNOW she’s funny.  She says and does funny stuff around the house all the time, cracking us both up.

10.5 – We like the same bands and stuff… (inside joke)

10 & 10. Pursuit of God & Sharp Critical Thinker.  Beth and I are both pretty analytical and critical in our thinking.  I once told Beth that if she wasn’t born in a Christian home, she wouldn’t have ended up a Christian.  Kind of a jackass thing to say, but what I was trying to point out was sociology not theology.  Beth questions everything.  I am WAY more gullible than her.  If I was born in a non-religious home, I might have ended up a Christian if I had a couple close Christian friends.  Sociology.  If Beth was born in a non-religious home, she never would have become a Christian for sociological reasons (that’s a good thing).  And lets face it, worshipping an executed Jewish carpenter as God is only explicable in terms of sociology or theology, both if which deal with power.  Either God did this thing, or people compelled each other to imagine that God did this thing.  With that in mind, Beth has pursued God beyond the limits of easy doubt and criticism.  She is truly a “god wrestler,” like many of the biblical prophets and wise-ones but she has also CHOSEN to suspend judgement and embrace the sociology of the faith, committing herself to be with those who believe unquestioningly and learn from them.  Her critical thinking combined with her humor also allows us to laugh at some of the sillier things that happen in the Christian world, even when other Christians don’t see it, or don’t think its funny.

10.  Frugality.  As I sit here, Beth has finished a weekend of Spring nesting.  My living area is beautifully decorated seasonally and it’s seriously impressive.  Beth does it all by shopping around, mixing and matching, repainting and recycling.

10. Perseverance & Determination

Beth finishes things.   If Beth had a dissertation to write, it would be done.  I need some of these qualities.   Beth takes on a lot of frustrating projects.  She may not finish them when she thought she would, but they WILL be completed.

10. How do say commitment and grace and adaptability all in one?

Graciabilitment?  Beth and I have moved twice from places of stability so that I could take jobs with very limited stability or financial promise. In each place Beth has graciously adapted to her environment and what my life has been, finding us a place to live, making it a home, finding   friends and in one case a great and terrible job that supported us (and actually continues to support us). In each place, various things have consumed me and made me insensitive to Beth.   And she has demonstrated her commitment to me and graciously (grace is not without some fire now and then) called me back to herself.  In this last bit I especially see the image of God in her.

10. Unmentionable.  Anonymous fantastic attribute, you know who you are.  Take a bow.

10. 10 years – See also (Perseverance & Determination and Graciabilitment – its number 10 above).  Beth and I will celebrate 10 years on May 16^th.   A wise man once said, “If I was an alien and came down to study humanity, I would not put you and Matt together in a million years.”  That’s a huge compatibility deficit to overcome.  Thankfully (credit primarily to God, but operating frequently through the woman described in this list) that wise man was wrong, just this once, because for ME, its been a 10.  

Church Manliness

A lot of scholars talk about the "feminization" of the church.  Some of them write very insightfully about it and there is undoubtedly some truth to it.  But there is also a lively masculine backlash in some churches.  My church has a large room with lots of sports memorabilia called the "Manzone."  Not really being into sports, its not my decor, but the room is well-packed for our wednesday night group.  The group also takes "fieldtrips" to huge buffets and the NRA museum (guns and gluttony).  Anyway, "Stuff Christians Like" had a guest-blog about Men's Retreats that was pretty funny.  Thought I'd share it.  

Manly Men's Retreats

The Me Monster

So here’s another compulsive thing that’s wrong with guys (ie. ME). One-upmanship is virtually irresistible. Get a group of guys together and the storytelling ensues (see video).
Scars are shown until we’ve established whose injury was most severe. Brian Regan calls it the “Me monster.” In academic jargon, this is called a “pissing contest.”

I suffer from this affliction along with its companions: interrupting people and finishing people’s sentences. Let me give you a “me monster” example. See if you can think of any of your own.

A friend of mine dropped a mike stand on his toe. It was bad. His toe swelled and turned purple. The pressure was so painful he went to doctor friend’s house and had him perform a nasty, bloody little in-home surgery to relieve the pain (I’ll spare details).
So, he was telling this story over lunch one day when he fatally described the incident like this: “It was like I dropped a barbell plate on my toe.” I’m sure he regrets this line.

Why? Good description. A mike stand has a heavy metal disc at the base to keep it from falling over. So what? WELL! Let me tell you!!

Me: (Spoken at slightly louder than he was speaking I’m sure) “I DID drop a barbell plate on my toes!! A 25 pound plate! And I was barefoot and standing on a concrete floor!” (This is also a good one-upmanship story for ANY story about being an idiot)

I watched the wind get sucked out of my friend. His pain and his story had just been invalidated and reduced. For that matter, his basic value as a person who should simply be LISTENED TO when sharing an interesting response to: “How was your weekend?” was nullified by my “better story.”

As Regan points out, the basic message is: I’m better than you. More important, adventurous, successful, stupid… Whatever is getting the attention right now?
I am more of that.

Some people are very gifted story-tellers. People count on them for a good story. Family stories can be important to share. Swapping stories can actually be a fun male-bonding experience. But the compulsion to run over someone with a better story? To not even allow a moment of respect for someone else’s story? To turn ANY sharing of personal information into an opportunity to tell a story about myself? That’s kind of sick and ugly and I want to become secure enough and interested enough in other people to be a listener instead of a “me monster.” I want to stop.

This weekend my family and I walked about 2 miles to Harrisburg’s City Island. There’s a cool little playground there that the kids like and it’s beautiful along the river.
When we got there, Beth and I were talking briefly with a mom who was there with little kids too. She mentioned she lived in Harrisburg and I asked where.
She mentioned a neighborhood slightly closer to City Island than ours and added (almost fatally) “so we rode our bikes.”

I told her what neighborhood we lived in and… just…barely…prevented myself…from saying, “So we WALKED here!”

Yeah! I almost one-upped a mom with two little kids that I’d never met before!

Here’s how it would’ve gone down:
“Oh, you biked did you! Must’ve been nice to have some wheels! Pretty easy bike ride isn’t it! You think you’re green, or economical or healthy or something?!
(You could see the chip on her shoulder a mile away. She definitely said that to prove something). You judging me? Assuming I drove here in a CAR!! DON’T!!!
Cause we WALKED here! We do it ALL THE TIME!!

That mom narrowly escaped a serious drubbing.

God have mercy…

Wild at Heart?

A friend of mine wrote a review of John Eldredge's book Wild at Heart : Discovering the secret of a man's soul. He ripped it to shreds.  I can see his point.  Eldredge tries to identify masculine cultural universals, many of which have to do with a tendency toward violence and aggression. Is Eldredge really qualified to identify "cultural universals"? Even if he is right, are cultural universals to be accepted or fought?  I don't know. 

Here's reality though. When I read the book, I find a shoe that fits. For people like me that prefer to be critical, that's hard but... there it is.  When I read the book, I see myself on many of its pages.  Is that because I'm "wild at heart"?

Actually, its because I'm insecure.

A couple months ago I was on a men's retreat where one of the speakers said, "Women are naturally insecure creatures."
Um... Have you seen men? Why do guys fight? Why do guys strut and posture? Why do guys get drunk BEFORE going to a social event? Why are guys constantly trying to one-up each other with stories of bravado, rebellion and severe injuries.  Because we're confident and secure? Please.

Another men's story: A few weeks ago I was at my church's men's meeting.  The leader was talking about how to form meaningful friendships with other guys.  It was mostly sort of How To Win Friends and Influence People kind of stuff.  Listen.  Ask questions about what other guys are interested in.... 

At my table I said that I thought guys should be more honest with each other about their own struggles instead (not that I'm good at this).
The response from one guy was classic. A pretty "normal guy" (like the rest of us) said "I don't want to share that kind of thing cause I don't know if the guy I'm talking to might have some reason to want to take me down."

Huh?

Was he aspiring to be the Don of a mafia family? Was he running for political office? Was he a professional fighter?

No.  So what exactly was he afraid of?

The most courageous thing a guy can do is simultaneously the thing that intuitively makes us feel the least manly.  Being vulnerable.  

And this is why Wild at Heart is a good book. Because Eldredge is honest about the fact that guys are insecure, vulnerable, wounded, somewhat ridiculous human beings. Oh, don't worry male chauvinists, I know women fit the same description and that's what is so interesting. Men and women have the SAME basic problems in different ways (that's another blog).

I think Eldredge is basically right that modern society largely emasculates men and thats part of why we're insecure.  We WERE made for more than most of what occupies us.
So what are we to do? Buy swords? Play more paintball?  Spend more time outdoors around fire? Lift more weights? Submit less frequently to norms of hygiene? Would that help?

I would say (and I think Eldredge would agree) that in some ways all of those things, while fine (and pretty fun), ultimately sublimate male energy into relatively fruitless and in fact harmless pursuits.  The primitive-warrior obsession drives guys into violent video-games, which yield nothing or finding self-worth in athletic accomplishment, which is ultimately fleeting for all and unattainable for some.  I'm not down on sports, just finding self-worth in them.

And so this is the great adventure I propose. This is the genuinely dangerous battle to be fought. Be honest and vulnerable with some other men.  Our potential to break the emasculating hold of society and do anything that really matters is contingent on our ability to openly identify the things that scare us, that make us feel insecure or inadequate, the things that underlie all of our attempts to appear manly or play at masculinity without making a real difference.  Their power to control us is in the fact that we "can't" talk about them. We need to bring them into the light and let their power be broken.  Then we can stand back and see our lives and determine what it means for us to collectively "man up" in accord who God has made each of us, in our own time and place (not 11th century Scotland).

I hope to give this a shot over the weekend with my brother and another close friend.  Then maybe we'll punch each other and watch Gladiator.