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centenarians. (a book review)

My grandma lived to be over 100 years old.  She sang opera, planted canned pineapple, and always had a giant smile waiting for you.  There’s a woman from our church who’s well over 100, and until recently she drove herself to church every Sunday morning.  One day she called me up to help her stain a gazebo in her backyard, saying she was about to climb a ladder and do it, but “it’s getting too sultry outside”.

I’ve always been impressed by these centenarians (the official term for someone over 100 years old).  It often seems as if they’ve got a flicker of joy from having pulled one over on Mr.Life-Expectancy.  So when I saw a book titled “The 100-Year-Old Man Who Climbed Out the Window and Disappeared“, by Jonas Jonasson, I was intrigued.  I took a chance on a book and author I’d never heard before, 100yearoldmanand was pleasantly surprised.

History was never my forte in High School.  Sure I could tell you when Columbus sailed the ocean blue, and the date of our nations’ independence, but that’s about it.  I’d cram just enough studying to pass a test, and not long after that most of what I’d learned would be forgotten.  The unfortunate thing about this, is that so much of the world we live in today comes from recent history.  Which sounds like a pretty ignorant thing to even say. 🙂

I say this, because I think this book could probably be used to trick high school students into learning more about modern history (the past 100 years or so primarily).  Without giving too much away, the book does a great job of introducing world leaders from many major countries, giving brief thoughts on “capitalism vs. socialism”, and even topics of national security and world wars.  Teachers could use this book as a launching point into quite a few important conversations.

Here’s just a brief moment in the hilarity of events that happen from this one man escaping the passive prison of his nursing home:  “And not only that, Mr Stalin. I have been in China for the purpose of making war against Mao Tse-tung, before I went to Iran and prevented an attempt to assassinate Churchill.’  ‘Churchill? That fat pig!’ Stalin shouted.  Stalin recovered for a moment before downing a whole glass of vodka. Allan watched enviously. He too would like to have his glass filled, but didn’t think it was the right moment for such a request.”

From the building of the atom bomb, to being a prisoner of war, to bonding with an elephant – the book goes back and forth between Allan’s life as he aged, and the current story.  It’s a great blend of humor, ridiculous historical moments that could never have happened, and crime drama.  It stands in pretty big contrast to another book I’ve just finished reading, “The Last Days of Ptolemy Grey” (a great resource for understanding the current racial tensions from the perspective of the aged, and a man you’d want to have as your grandpa)…but he’s a young 91 years old, and so doesn’t belong in this review.  Both great books that will make you want to drink in your abilities now, and live a life that offers your 100-year-old self a few things to smile about…

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speaking.

There have been several writers in recent days, reminding us that someone (or someone’s) who wants to make an impact in our world for Christ, cannot remain silent.  (See examples here, and here, and Google for plenty more…)  Although I do think sometimes there’s wisdom in words remaining unspoken, as well as moments where words only frustrate a complex and hard to speak of situation/topic…I agree that in the case of this past weeks events, something should be said.  Especially by those of us who have a voice set up where a few ears may be inclined to listen (thanks for reading, mom!).  On the other hand, there’s also a huge community who simply want to hear your opinion on the specific case of Trayvon Martin and George Zimmerman so they can go off on you in opposition.  Those ears may be disappointed here (here’s my original response to the verdict).

So here goes nothing.speak

I believe racism on every level, and in any form, is wrong.  That’s an obvious statement/position, and it’s seems even silly to say it – yet every day there are people (of every shade of melanin) who live out something different.  Ideally, when it’s identified in obvious ways, we should live in such communities and relationships that quick accountability and correction happens – to bring relational restoration.

There is racism on an individual level – we cannot control the thoughts/actions of others, but we can correct and keep ourselves and our neighbors accountable (See Jesus for “Who is my neighbor?”).  We can speak on the behalf of those being ill-spoken of.  Also, there’s no such thing as “allowable levels”.  I know more than once I’ve heard someone older than me say something obviously racist…and silently let it pass, figuring they’re of a different generation.  For those moments, I confess and apologize.  If we tell our children to listen to their elders, then we should continue to keep their elders accountable for words and actions.

Then there are the impacts long-term racism has on our current situation.  The inflammatory language that gets used right away by one person/group or another.  The de facto segregation that happens in geo-politico-socio-economical areas. (That’s probably the wrong term.  You should read smarter blogs.)  The fact that when I began riding our city bus, I realized segregation was happening without anyone saying a word.

If you ask most people impacted by these types of racism on a regular basis, they’ll most likely tell you they believe racism is wrong.

But in the midst of all of this – there is a version of humanity we accidentally promote.  Self-centered lifestyles, power struggles, and systems that promote me-first mentalities and watch-your-back behaviors – creating living environments where our young and the voiceless aged become transformed into something no person should ever be.  Add to that, those same young people growing up to become parents, never having been freed from this way of existing….and then grandparents…and you’ve got yourself more than a little problem.  You’ve got the full-blown impact of systemic living for self over many generations.

Enter – cultural elements that are sometimes related to race, but other times simply connected to the lifestyle mentioned in the previous paragraph.  We may see someone, and make assumptions about their motives or personality simply because of their appearance.  Someone may get a horrible public defender, simply because of their inability to pay for representation.  Laws once regarded as just, eventually becomes ways of manipulation justice to fit the need or desire of those with a voice or power.

It’s a problem so large it can seem impossible to confront.  It can seem like “wishful-thinking” to imagine (or dream, as Dr.King put it) a world free of such injustice.  But our duty begins with being people who hope.  I’m not talking about hope in the same way that my 4 year old “hopes” Santa will come, either…

“Hope is always a tense expectation and rouses the attentiveness of all our senses, so that we can grasp the chances for the things we hope for, wherever and whenever they present themselves.  That distinguishes hope from mere expectation or a patient waiting.” – Jurgen Moltmann, “Ethics of Hope”

It’s something I’m continuing to learn as I ride the bus, as I visit those in jail, and minister to teenagers…there are large populations of the voiceless that until recently, I wasn’t living connected to.  Let alone, seeking to build relationships with.  I’m still just beginning to learn how this might happen, and hope someday I can make an impact because of the shoulders I’m brushing against today.  To understand how to help those living through injustices, we must open our lives to those who might be.  To know them as “thou” (think Martin Buber), and have compassion on their vulnerability .  Whether that calls us beyond our race, our culture, our comfort zone, or our country – we must go, and go as soon as possible…in Love.  Make no changes, and tomorrow will be the same.  Remain silent, and we will hear nothing different.

After all, Jesus didn’t tell a story about a master who returns and says, “Well waited…”

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free willy.

I love to have control of things.  Seriously, it’s a bit of a compulsion or reflex.  So much so, that I don’t even realize it usually.  It doesn’t come in the form of me yelling, “Hey you, do this my way!!” to the people in my life.  It usually comes in the form of me just doing things myself, without asking for much input or assistance.  It can sometimes be a strength.  More often though, it’s definitely a weakness.

So in moments like last week, where my better half has scheduled to take a couple days away with some friends from college, I plan the weekend accordingly.  I create a schedule in my head of the hours she’ll be away, and do my best to fill them with things that the kids love (but let’s face it, they each also meet the requirement of “easy for dad to handle”).  Kill a few hours wandering around a mall? Check.  Buy new dresses at an inexpensive consignment store after having fun trying them on? Check.  Fall imageasleep on the way home?  Check.  And so the time flew by with a full Saturday as well.  I was even able to get a few errands run, and tasks done around the house.

In their minds, there was an illusion of the children being in control.  After all, they got to lead me around the mall to places we weren’t going to spend any money.  They selected which horses to ride on the carousel I just happened to have 3 tokens for.  They even got to  pick what dresses they wanted from the ones I took off the rack for them. 🙂  See what I mean?

It was most obviously seen as we explored the grocery store, with the younger two in the little car attached to the front of the cart.  I would steer the cart, and they would respond by turning the wheel in the direction I was going.  Mimicking the experience of actually driving their car around the store, they had a blast and made all sorts of attention-getting sounds to go with it.

I enjoyed it to, laughing at their noises and picking up a gallon of milk while I was at it.

You may be smiling, thinking about how awesome my kids are.  I am too.  But I want to point out briefly that unfortunately, that’s the view many people have of God and His involvement in our lives.

Sure, He lets us steer the plastic wheel that’s not really attached to anything – but He’s the one ultimately pushing the shopping cart.   Sure, He’ll let us look at all the options in the shopping mall of opportunities, but He’s ultimately the one who tells us where and when we can make purchases.  See what I mean?

Certainly, God is omnipotent.  Meaning He’s All-Powerful.  Any force or power know and unknown to us – finds its’ source in God the creator.  But He’s also loving, and life-granting.  He has given us freedom to act and choose.  He gave Adam and Eve the freedom to make their own decisions.  He gives their descendants that same freedom today.

There are some people who treat God in the same way they treat some vague notion of “destiny”.  “If it was meant to be, it will be.”  “If God wants it to happen, it’ll happen.”  “If God has made this happen, He’ll help me out of it.”…the list goes on.  This creates a huge separation in our actions and our connection to the consequences.  This gives permission for us to be released from a certain amount of communal confession and burden of Sin that we need to feel…in order to feel the need to approach His throne with humility – asking for His forgiveness & grace.

Certainly there are times and places where God desires something, and moves to ensure it happens.  We’ve experienced this in our own lives.  But we cannot allow ourselves to cheapen His Grace by cheapening the Freedom He gives us out of Love.  He delights in our joy…where will you drive your shopping cart vehicle this week….?