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Thursday, September 22, 2005

Pat, Jerry and the Rabbi

I guess it’s my turn to weigh in about Katrina and Rota and the rest of all that stuff. This morning I listened to a theologian speak to the issue of the Religious Right and the disasters resulting from Katrina. One of the lead-in comments had to do with how Pat Robertson and Jerry Falwell are quiet. They don’t seem to be saying anything about the disaster. This fine theologian went on to say that his assumption must be that although Pat and Jerry would likely be spewing about how the wicked city of New Orleans was destroyed by an act of God they must be holding back because there are a lot of Bible thumping folks in nearby areas that were also beat up by the storm. The theologian went on to say that they must be asking themselves the same question that Lot asked of God, “Would You destroy the righteous with the unrighteous?” The second part of the “sermon” was to suggest that these two prominent right wingers should be asking themselves more about what can be done to help those in need and serve Mankind. Building or rebuilding levees and providing food would be better than blasting the poor for their own ineptitude.

First, everyone is allowed his or her own opinion. And while there are some things that I will agree with in the “theologian’s” statements, I have a few tiny bones to pick. And, for the record, no, I am not offering any excuses or support for Pat and Jerry. They have done an excellent job of oral/foot juxtapositioning for themselves. I do not need to help.

Jesus said that we would have the poor with us always. In the past 20 centuries I see absolutely no reason to think otherwise. You cannot legislate away the poor just like you cannot legislate morals. People are people and they will do – or not do – as they wish. Of those that are poor it has been said that they fall into three categories: those who are in need of help because they have fallen on hard times; those who cannot do for themselves no matter how hard they try (we used to put these people in asylums, and then hospitals); and those who simply will not do for themselves because they are looking for the easy way out and care nothing for hard work. We can offer help to all three but the type of help must be different to reach each. While the right seems to be focusing on the last two and saying that they cannot be helped because they don’t want help or can’t use it if they get it, the left seems equally focused on the first group and assuming that it must constitute 98% of all the poor.

There are no reasons why solutions cannot be created that provide assistance to each group with the lump that is called “the poor.” The problem with that is that it requires an extensive amount of effort to sort through the list and make assignments. Some of the folks who might want to be in one group should actually be in another group and some who are avoiding one group are trying to seek help surreptitiously (did I just say someone lied?). And to do so may look like this sorting is “discrimination.” Well, look up the word in the dictionary. That’s exactly what it is. And it’s not a bad word. It means to look at something carefully and sort between options. I discriminate every time I buy a tube of toothpaste or a car. If, on the other hand, I only but Chevy’s because Fords are stupid cars – that’s prejudice. There is a big difference. We, as a society need to get over the use of the word discriminate and use the word prejudice.

We need to discriminate in the types of assistance given to people. Not just in the people but in their needs. Some need housing, others need work, while still others need just a comforting “you can do it” and a shoulder to cry on. If the basis for our discrimination rests with outward appearances, race, gender, or religion, then that’s prejudice and it’s wrong. There is a price to pay for this thinking – it takes work. We have to actually listen, and sort through miseries, and offer assistance as may meet the need.

So, what’s this got to do with the theologian and the Pat and Jerry shows? Plenty! None have offered to go through the effort of rightful discrimination. Each sought to make take a large lump, fashion a bowl, and put everyone in it who doesn’t think like them. Somehow I feel like this is our own little American extremism.

I met a man at the airport once who said that he didn’t care if you were on the right or on the left as long as you stuck to your guns and supported your beliefs. But he hated the folks in the middle because they couldn’t be true to any cause. My slightly inebriated friend wasn’t ready for my long winded discussion. It is the folks in the middle who stick to their guns that keep this country afloat and oriented. They too need to discriminate rightly and not scream at either side (so please don’t take this as screaming).

Abraham wandered through the neighboring lands and attempted peace with all he met – sometimes to his detriment. Jesus told us to love one another as He loved us – not as the world loves. Moses sat in judgment over the people to mend problems – not divide the nation. Mohamed spoke of the equality of all people – there should be no classes. Gandhi and Martin Luther King spoke these thoughts and changed nations. Where are we as a people when we cannot “hate the sin and love the sinner?” The trouble is in today’s world of sound bites we tend to only hear the first and last part of any conversation and loose that which is in the middle.

Me? I’m more thinking that the reason Pat and Jerry haven’t spoken out against the “Sodom of the South” is because they realize that there are needs to be met which is more important than ideologies. And the “theologian” just hasn’t heard about it because that sort of thing isn’t sexy enough for the news media. It “doesn’t sell.” But the important point was missed by all three. It isn’t what you say – it’s what you do. Ask any three year old.

Sunday, September 11, 2005

To Dortmund

Day Six

Things move so fast when you have so little time to see them. And so it is that we must leave Bavaria and travel north to Dortmund. It's back to the Autobahn for the ride. It should take 5-6 hours so we leave early morning with my cousin and the rest of the gang in the van.

Autobahn driving is wonderful. In the cities the speed is regulated so that traffic will move effectively. In the country, there is no speed limit. Normal travel at 120 kph becomes travel at 160 – 180 kph. We’re doing great with time.

As we arrive at the outer streets on the south side of the city, my Dad is trying to remember the roads. Granted, he spent the first 20 years of his life there and those are years that we tend to remember well. But, things change and memory is tricky. We end up driving along the east wall. Well, there isn’t any wall now. But there was. Dortmund was one of the great walled cities of medieval Germany but the walls were destroyed in war by combatants and in peace by people who needed building materials. Anyway, the loop around the east side of downtown puts us onto the right road and head north.

He thinks that there should be a road to the left that we can take that would be faster – but it’s closed (or so the sign says). Things look different, he says. Well, my cousin says that she knows where her mother lives and that we should turn right and pull into that parking lot so she can stop in the store. We do. Then, dad remembers the place. The parking lot and the store are on land that used to be part of eth coal mine property where he worked when he was young. We see a tower that was for the mine shaft and there, in a vacant lot, looking run down and dilapidated, is a small brink building. Dad says THAT is the lab where he worked for at the mine. We take pictures and see a billboard that shows what the mine looked like when they closed it and what it will look like at the end of the redevelopment in two years.

Then my cousin is back with some bottles of German hospitality and we drive the remaining mile to my aunt’s house. She is excited to see us. And, as we did when we first arrived in Munich, we talk, we toast amd we stay up til the wee hours enjoying the company of family of which I know little and my kids know nothing. My wife is happy, and I’m happy. My dad has tears in his eyes. It’s good – or as we learned to say – Alles gut!

no pictures again - sorry

I can't seem to get the photo uploaded to open. If anyone knows the answer, feel free to offer a thought.

And now, back to the trip . . . .

Sunday, September 04, 2005

Tourist Time

Day Five


Today is a holiday in Munich. Germany was once many small kingdoms so there are different holidays in different parts of the country. So, my cousin’s husband is off work and can join us.

We start off early again. Today is a big day. We head down to the Alps again – this time to the southeast. The first stop is at the Wieskirche – Church in the meadow – and it really is. This baroque church is incredibly ornate and situated in the middle of cow pastures. A mass was being held so we could only look around, take some non-flash pictures from the back of the church, and then get back in the van and continue.
http://www.begeschke.com/germany/wieskirche.htm

But a small tragedy occurs. Hans, our trusty traveling gnome, falls out of a backpack and crashes to the pavement (he’s plastic but he’s got feelings, you know?). We scoop up the pieces and hope that we can overcome the Humpty-Dumpty situation when we get back home.

Next stop – Neuschwanstein! One of the most famous castles in all the world, this building was the inspiration for Walt Disney’s Cinderella castle. Built in medieval style (in the mid 1800’s) the thing was never finished. Like Herrenchiemsee, Ludwig ran out of money before it could be completed. The castle is so photogenic that I can’t even try to post enough images.

After that castle, we drive to his next castle Linderhof; the only one he completed. It, like Herrenchiemsee is a tribute to Louis XIV. There are water gardens and even an artificial cave where he had Wagner operas performed. A walk around the grounds and then we had another stop or two before heading home.

Ettal, a monastery just inside the German/Swiss border was the site of brutal confrontations in religious battles years ago. Today the monastery still functions and the chapel (really another beautiful church) continues to function and serve mass to the people in the area. But the day isn’t over.
http://www.begeschke.com/germany/kloster_ettal.htm

Oberamagau is where the world’s first outdoor Passion Play originated. The buildings are typical Bavarian in style with frescoes depicting the character of the actor. It is truly an amazing sight. We ate dinner at the sidewalk café under a Linden tree and then piled back into the van for the trip back home where Hans might be reunited with himself.

Saturday, September 03, 2005

blog stuck

The last blog wouldn't post no matter how long I tried - until today. Sorry about that.

Now, back to the story . . . .