MCCAIN, HAGEE, HEARTBREAK AND FEAR

I am heartbroken and appalled at Senator John McCain’s acceptance of support from John Hagee, a minister who links the Catholic Church to Adolf Hitler and Nazi Germany and a man who believes New Orleans had it coming to them when Hurricane Katrina inflicted an ineffable amount of carnage and death on that city.

While McCain is a man whose courage I deeply admire, my respect for his moral judgment has fractured. I had thought that if the presidential race comes down to a race between senators McCain and Obama along with Ralph Nader, my country, for the first time in a long time, will have three candidates of real principle to choose from. I do not think so anymore.

Mr. Hagee is the President and CEO of John Hagee Ministries based in San Antonio, Texas. When it came to the New Orleans tragedy he said , “I believe that New Orleans had a level of sin that was offensive to God and they were recipients of the judgment of God for that.”

In his book, Jerusalem Countdown, Hagee wrote this about the Catholic Church: “Adolf Hitler attended a Catholic school as a child and heard all the fiery anti-Semitic rantings from Chrysostom to Martin Luther. When Hitler became a global demonic monster, the Catholic Church and Pope Pius XII never, ever slightly criticized him. Pope Pius XII, called by historians ‘Hitler’s Pope,’ joined Hitler in the infamous Concordat of Collaboration, which turned the youth of Germany over to Nazism, and the churches became the stage background for the bloodthirsty cry, ‘Pereat Judea’…. In all of his [Hitler’s] years of absolute brutality, he was never denounced or even scolded by Pope Pius XII or any Catholic leader in the world. To those Christians who believe that Jewish hearts will be warmed by the sight of the cross, please be informed—to them it’s an electric chair.”

On top of all this Hagee is hellbent on attacking Iran. Why did John McCain accept his support? I can think of no answer to this question that does not scare me, and ought to scare every American.

THANK GOD FOR MIRRORS

Thank God for mirrors, they remind me I am still here. When you are struggling with depression and your body has been jumped by the flu, it is easy to believe that you are alone in the world and, if you are not careful, doubt that you even exist in the first place. My fight with the flu is approaching two weeks. My struggle with depression has been going on somewhat longer. How long, I am not exactly sure. What is its cause? I would say loss and the recognition of betrayal.

In a memoir I am working on there is a line the begins, “Loss wields a merciless scythe…” And so it does. It happens to us all and is sometimes, too many times, generated from unexpected quarters. But it is part of life, not the end of life. If you find yourself in a battle with depression, it may feel like everything is gone. It is not. Look in a mirror, you are still here. And that, my dear reader, is a good thing. You may not think so or feel so at the moment, but hang in there, it is true, the world is better off with you in it.

Thank God for mirrors, they remind me I am still here. And that is a good thing.

TO TOUCH HUMAN HEARTS

I know I walk on shifting sands trying to describe my desire to touch as many human hearts during my journey through life as I possibly can. Any success I’ve had or may be having in this endeavor eludes me. Current American culture does not offer an easy welcome to the chords of intimacy, gentleness, kindness, love, gratitude or remorse. Too often we are emotionally and spiritually tone deaf, driven instead by a distorted understanding of success. An understanding that says success can be and should be measured by the money you make, the clothes you wear, the car you drive, the shape of your body, the home you live in, and so forth.

While each of us has some say in what we inject into the bloodstream of our existence, a say in what we inject into the bloodstream of the lives we touch and the world we live in, we do not have total say. Nor should we. There is a healthy and necessary form of humility that comes with knowing this, that comes with knowing that the all of things is not up to each of us. It keeps us right-sized, and that’s okay. Promise.