WINSDAY WISDOM 236
We have lost it! I mean, literally, we have lost it so much that we do not even know what the “it” was that we lost.
Last week, our political leaders went from stupid governing inactivity to throwing elbows in the House of Representatives and cage fight challenges in the U.S. Senate.
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My uncle who was a master at observing people and politics would be aghast!
A pro basketball player wrestled down another player with a choke stranglehold. A professional hockey player intentionally slashed the throat of his fallen opponent with the blade of his ice skate. A woman’s rampage and verbal threats caused an airline flight to be rerouted.
Two men got into a pushing argument over whether Chef Boyardee was a real person or just a company branding name. (Answer: real person). The highlight of the week might have been the two idiot tourists filming themselves taunting a moose in Wyoming. The threatened moose turned the tables. Moose-2. Terrified Tourists-0.
The more serious confrontation involves descendants of Isaac and Ishmael continuing to fire rockets at one another whenever they are not in hand-to-hand combat. Somehow, the rest of the onlooking world has joined one side or the other.
My aghast uncle would be reminding all of us, ‘This is a dog-eat-dog world, and vice versa.”
I admit that I was already a little shaken up this week over my grandson’s high dive onto my stomach. Our dog chased a frightened bunny around the backyard which only added to the confusion. A bee settled the incident by stinging our dog. The bunny escaped, but the dog’s swollen eye looked as though he took up the Senator’s fight challenge to “stand your butt up.”
If any of the politicians want to “finish this” at my house, I can guarantee you that our dog will take a bite out of both their butts whether they stand up or not.
What’s going on? That’s what Marvin Gaye sang in a bye-gone era when fighting had more of a purpose than just being a macho man.
What’s Going On? was a plea for peace on this earth in a world gone mad. It was the cry of someone fighting for what is right in a world focused on suffering, injustice, and hatred.
Mother, mother, there’s too many of you crying
Brother, brother, brother, there’s far too many of you dying
You know we’ve got to find a way to bring some loving here today, yeah
What’s going on? Yeah, what’s going on?
The Village People covered the Macho Man title. The past generation swayed to the soft pleas for peace and then rocked to the rhythmic disco beat in the heart of every real man.
Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, hey!
Macho, macho man
I’ve got to be a macho man
I’ve got to be a macho, macho man, yeah
I’ve got to be a macho!
Alright! Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, hey!
Our Oklahoma Senator is a Macho Man in Washington and his constituents in his home state love it. No one puts Baby in a corner! (Oh, sorry, wrong movie.)
In case you missed it (you must have been in another state or another state of mind), during a government hearing about corporate corruption and union tactics, the honorable U.S. Senator from the grand state of Oklahoma got into a feisty verbal exchange with the Teamsters’ boss.
What brought on this macho throwdown? The union guy posted some “mean tweets” about the political guy. That is correct. The duel at sunrise was over a “mean tweet” on Instagram. I do not claim to understand how things work in New Jersey, but everyone in Oklahoma knows that a “mean tweet” will not bounce off us like sticks and stones would. It is legal grounds for fisticuffs or gun duels or drag racing or a cage fight.
This was not Mr. Smith Goes to Washington or John Wayne defending The Alamo. This was Al Pacino in Scarface or The Godfather, unhinged at the Teamsters Union boss as they traded insulting barbs. Just two tough guys about to brawl. No one gets called a clown around here without a knockdown.
One senator commented, “Things got to a fever pitch, where they wanted to fight and were calling each other names. It looked like a Third World country or a Banana Republic.” Another senator yelled, “Hit him again!”
When things get dysfunctional in Congress, it’s time to “duke it out.”
Who needs representation in Washington? We have Rambo defending our honor. And don’t ever call him a baby!
I truly believe we have lost it, whatever “it” was.
Losing it—the loss of control of one’s mind or emotions or actions; the loss of civility; the loss of something good.
“The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves” (Julius Caesar, William Shakespeare).
That is true for all of us. We become frustrated to the breaking point over the flaws and injustices in society. We think we have done everything right, when suddenly everything goes wrong.
Frustrated consumers and newsworthy macho politicians try to balance (or imbalance) the sensible and the psychotic at the same time. Anger needs a voice! Or a face to punch!
Last week, I was watching a binge-worthy TV drama fest with my wife. One character was a very evil and conniving woman, ruining the lives of others, including the woman she surprisingly and snarkily greeted at the door. My wife smelled a rat and wanted to save the main actress from greater misery.
The tense movie scene was interrupted when my wife suddenly shouted out, “Slap the crap out of her!” She just blurted it out!
I was slightly shocked and greatly amused. I thought to myself, “I think she has finally lost it!” But I knew this was not the best time to tell her that!
OK, just admit it. We have all wanted to shout that at times.
To all the villainesses out there, don’t challenge Momma to a cage fight! That angelic face will light you up if you insist on being a macho bully.
(Note: For the record, I have never seen my wife throw a punch, but, then again, she has never been challenged to a throw-down by a U.S. Senator or Mafia boss or someone who hurt her grandchildren. If that ever happened, it would be worthy of pay-per-view. I would be in her corner dancing to the taunting chorus of Macho, Macho Man.)
Why politicians need to defend their honor in a cage fight or professional athletes need to engage in a chokehold only represents what is going on inside each of us. There is a world of hurt and anger ready to explode.
Is this the end of civility, once taught as politeness and courtesy in behavior and speech? Or are we back to the days of the Old West and showdowns at High Noon?
Those were the days, my friend
We thought they’d never end
We’d sing and dance forever and a day
We’d live the life we choose
We’d fight and never lose
Those were the days, oh yes, those were the days. (Mary Hopkin, Those Were the Days)
Most families gather for the holidays hoping that religion and politics are not on the menu. Politics, finances, and current events affect us all as the most anxiety-inducing holiday topics. It is difficult enough not to fight over the leftover portions of the sweet potato casserole or when tempers flare over the last piece of dessert.
I think we all fear the loss of our way of life filled with our beliefs, our comforts, our standards. We search for ways to defend and hold on to our hopes and dreams. We would even fight for them.
Sometimes, it is High Noon and the Marshall Kanes of this world must stand up to the bad guys, whether it is at the Tombstone corral or in the sacred chambers of our political institutions or on the basketball hardcourts or from the places where the Word of God is faithfully preached.
The # 1 Textbook reminds and encourages us, “Do not lose IT.“
Love the Lord your God, walk in His ways, and hold fast to God (Deuteronomy 11:22).
Hold fast to wisdom (Proverbs 4:8).
Let your love be genuine; hold fast to what is good. (Romans 12:9).
Hold fast to the word of life, so you do not run in vain (Philippians 2:16).
Hold fast to the hope set before us (Hebrews 6:18).
I just looked up from my writing to see two fighters losing it and going at one another on an ESPN broadcast. It was not Fight Night. This was the press conference weigh-in. Apparently, someone yelled out, “Stand your butt up” and there was no intervention by Senator Bernie Sanders begging for civility.
Wait! My bad! The television knockdown was a Fox News presidential debate! The future candidate with the best verbal insults and most damaging right uppercut will be on the next ballot.
There but for the grace of God, go I.
The quote was attributed to an early English Reformer, John Bradford, who spoke the phrase while watching criminals being led to their execution. Sherlock Holmes repeats the line in one of his detective stories (The Boscombe Valley Mystery).
There but for the grace of God, go I. That truth is echoed by the Apostle Paul in the #1 Textbook (1 Corinthians 15:10).
There is no reason to be judgmental of anyone else. Friend or Foe. Patriot or Fool. Warrior or Laker.
When we see others react to insults or hurt or unwanted circumstances, we have two choices. We can condemn them for their choices and rejoice that they are getting what they deserve. Or we can note the event with some degree of empathy and gratitude that we are not walking in their shoes.
God’s overly abundant and continued kindness to us should overflow toward others. The Apostle Paul never forgot the cage fighter inside him. It had reared its head in the past and was always present and ready to take on the next challenger.
However, the love of Christ won out. The old self was constantly in need of being put away so that the new self might shine in the face of a showdown.
Think of what God has done for you. Don’t copy the behavior and customs of this world but be a new and different person with a fresh newness in all you do and think…Be honest in your estimate of yourselves, measuring your value by how much grace and faith God has given you (Romans 12:1-3).
KNOW THE WORD OF GOD BUT DO NOT LOSE YOUR GRIP ON KINDNESS.
We live in a world of social media taunts and monetary-driven sound bites.
Be prepared for when the next cage match challenge jumps into the conversation. Remember that the #1 Textbook instructs you to be kind to others, tenderhearted, and forgiving just as God is to you (Ephesians 4:32).
Then shock the world by breaking out in song with the words from the Otis Redding classic, Try a Little Tenderness. Trust me; the whole scene will go viral.
Try a word
Soft and gentle
Makes it easier
To bear
You won’t regret it
And it’s all so easy
Just try a little tenderness
Yep, just try a little tenderness. Anytime. Anyplace. What do you think about that, Mr. Senator?
Sometimes my mind frightens me!
So, the next time you look and listen to one of these stupid news sound bites, just whisper to yourself, “There but for the grace of God, goes Rex.”