Across the Great Divide

Remembering wounds that never earned him a Purple Heart

In this photo, my father is younger than our son.

A postage-stamp sized photo of my father in his Navy uniform. On the back it says: guess Who? again.

He was serving off the coast of China when I was born and off Cuba when my brother Doug was born in a Virginia naval hospital.

His service never put him in battle, but it put him in Boulder where he met his love, paid for a college education, helped him buy his first home. The only military conflict he suffered was with his oldest son.

He came from nothing and so when he reached some success, it was natural for him to feel he owed the military everything, and he didn't understand why I would question the government, would protest war, would not conform.

In a strange way our relationship was a casualty of the things we honor and remember today. Though we got over it, it took way too long and the ensuing peace was far too short.

Today I remember and regret the shots fired and the wounds that never earned him a Purple Heart.

Faith-Based Balancing Act.

In upcoming months, I'll be spending time in Colorado and missing my volunteer commitment in Minneapolis. Recently, I looked for a local agency that would allow me to continue working with homeless kids.

My most likely place to volunteer is run by Catholic Charities.

As a secular volunteer, I'll be in the minority, but won't be subject to restrictive hiring practices at the root of contention over faith-based initiatives that funnel federal money to religious organizations. As a progressive, I wish President Obama had made a more definitive statement against faith-based hiring when he announced his extension of Pres. Bush's faith-based initiative.

But we replaced the Decider with the Nuancer, and we'd better get used to it.

Groups on different sides of the hiring issue are not going to agree, no matter what Obama decides. The Civil Rights Act of 1964 gives faith-based organizations the right to discriminate in hiring with respect to religion. Most progressives think groups that discriminate shouldn't receive public money. And many advocates for the poor are interested in what works for them, which is where I come down.

According to this analysis, Obama isn't waffling on his campaign statements against federally funded faith-based hiring. He's considering the "legal, political and operational issues" more thoroughly before making a judgment.

Meanwhile, Obama will make two significant changes in the Bush-era office.

An expanded portfolio that "will include abortion reduction, promoting responsible fathering, and engaging in global interfaith dialogue, particularly with the Muslim world."

A less evangelical orientation that "includes Jewish, Muslim, mainline Protestant, and Catholic members, along with representatives of secular organizations."

Religious groups like the Mormons are likely to remain on the funding sidelines, where they will continue to promote discrimination in society at large.

Ted Haggard: Redemption, of a Sort.

Do you think you're -- you're over the hump?
— Larry King to fallen evangelist Ted Haggard

Leave it to Larry to find a Freudian way to ask Ted Haggard if he's over guys.

Haggard led a huge Colorado Springs congregation and headed the National Association of Evangelicals, before succuming — oh, now I'm doing it — to unGodly urges that were exposed in 2006. He's back, promoting an HBO documentary on all the networks.

All evangelists of his stripe creep me out, but Haggard out-ranked even Kenneth Copeland on the Hypocri-meter. In his reincarnation, Haggard acknowledges his sins and uses the word "process" a lot like a man in recovery. He's still a flawed person who remains at the center of universe Ted. His fundamental embrace of the bible doesn't make it easy to be a normal, tolerant human being, but he's trying.

When his wife Gayle can get a word in, she talks how they better understand the Christian message of love and forgiveness, and Ted seems to have repudiated his past compulsive behavior without renouncing gays. I find myself hoping they make it.

But I also found myself wondering how a disgraced pastor with a big house can make a living. It's not as if he can just move his act to an evangelical church in another town. Love and forgiveness haven't quite made it that far. In fact, just today, I read a story about a small town doctor badly injured in a bike accident who readers criticized for not acknowledging god for saving his life.

Another writer wonders if the Haggards might be angling for some kind of media deal. I did check their web site that has been named in most of the TV stories. It's not about redemption; it promotes insurance sales and debt consolidation services.

Oy.

The Forgiving Governor.

The secret to a long, good life, says Minnesota Gov. Al Quie, is to love and to know you are loved by someone.

With that love comes the need for forgiveness — and the ability to forgive. Oh, yeah, plus horseback riding. Keeps you supple.

Quie was celebrating his 85th birthday yesterday on MPR's Midday.

Actually, others were celebrating Quie.

It was clear from the call ins the governor was loved by more than his wife of 60 years, but those calls were to be expected. The ones I heard sounded orchestrated, a sort of This Is Your Life series of recollections, rather than the typical Midday questions and challenges from listeners.

That's fine, but I wanted to hear more from this thoughtful Republican Governor who had the courage to raise taxes. Who was a strong advocate for education during his 21 years in Congress. Who ordered reform in the way judges are selected because he knew the legislature was too invested in the power over appointments to pass a reform law. Who was a friend of Gerry Ford but thought he was wrong to pardon Richard Nixon, saying an impeachment trial would have been a good check on the imperial presidency.

Who repeatedly invokes his relationship with god, yet doesn't creep me out like others of god's warriors in the public sector do.

Who offered to serve the remainder of Watergate felon Chuck Colson's term after declining to intercede with Ford and ask for a pardon. Quie disarmingly explained his offer, exposing the complex thought processes going on behind his sometimes simple demeanor.

Ford would never get re-elected if he pardoned another one of the Watergate conspirators, Quie reasoned. But with the political calculation came another. What was his Christian obligation to help his friend Colson, who was experiencing anguish over being blamed by his mother for causing his father's death, and guilt over a son who was having drug problems while Colson was in prison?

Quie remembered a conversation with a staffer about a law that permitted someone to serve another's sentence, and he decided to make that offer to Colson. Without telling anyone, he made a call to Colson's lawyer. Quie was sincere but admitted he hoped C0lson would not accept.

Colson did refuse, and Quie said he realized he was wrong in presuming to do God's work. Within the week, the courts cut Colson's sentence.

I met the governor only once, across the table at the State Board of Pardons when I was appearing as the character witness for a friend seeking a Pardon Extraordinary.

The forgiving governor has grown on me ever since.

McCain-Palin Groundswell Threatens to Upstage Gustav.

In a remarkable and wholly unprecedented display of support for maverick John McCain's pick of Gov. Sarah Palin as his vice presidential running mate, leaders across the country have announced similar moves.

Typical was the bombshell dropped by GE chairman and CEO Jeffrey Immelt, who is already noted for turning the company's culture toward more innovation and risk-taking. He said the GE Board has selected as his successor Stephanie Abrams, 29, a meteorologist for recently acquired The Weather Channel.

"Stephanie impressed me with her drive," said Immelt, who first met Abrams when she hit into his foursome at a 2007 charity golf tournament. They met for the second time last Friday, when Immelt offered her the vice chairmanship of the $100B diversified giant.

"It's time to shake things up, and I think people who've spent their whole careers managing business units and hitting their numbers tend to play it too safe," he said.

Abrams will delay assuming her new role until after Hurricane Gustav finishes devastating New Orleans. "We have a lot of customers along the Gulf Coast, and we want to show them some respect," said Immelt.

The spontaneous tsunami of corporate and institutional change in top jobs has by all accounts been entirely heartfelt and not coordinated with the McCain campaign.

"It just felt right to me," said News Corp. chairman Rupert Murdoch, who tapped conservative fatwa columnist and Hot Air news mogul Michelle Malkin as his number two. Andrew Sullivan was reportedly also under consideration until advisors convinced Murdoch — who was intrigued by The Atlantic writer's crossover appeal — that Sullivan would more likely drive away his core audience and advertisers, while failing to bring new ones.

Not all the dramatic announcements involved top management picks. Delta and Northwest airlines, faced with how to cut costs while merging their operations, will move furloughed flight attendants into co-pilot jobs.

"Our flight attendants have logged hundreds of thousands of miles on the largest aircraft in the sky, while keeping passengers comfortable and safe," said NWA CEO Doug Steenland. "Customer surveys tell us having a woman on the flight deck makes passengers feel good about flying."

The company would not comment on a possible replacement for Steenland, formerly a transportation attorney who is not expected to remain with the merged airline. However, inside sources privately say Delta president Ed Bastian was scheduled to meet with the e-commerce manager of The Hobby Lobby International on Monday.

"Everyone at The Hobby Lobby just raves about her," one source said.

Meanwhile, a spokesman for the College of Cardinals said there was no truth to the rumor that Pope Benedict XVI had initiated discussions about his successor.

"That would be entirely inappropriate," he said. "First, it might be seen as trying to influence an American election. Second, women cannot be priests, so how could one become pope? But there is an altar boy in Ravenna we've already got an eye on."

In Praise of High Places.

In three seconds, I'd be dead.

Within a half-mile of my front door Rim Rock Drive starts to snake up the Colorado National Monument. After a series of steep switchbacks that ascend about 2300 feet, there's little respite when the road flattens out because, true to its name, it runs along the rim of the canyon.

No one rides here with indifference. Flatlanders curl toes and clutch arms rests, crying out each time the driver dares to look out at the scenery. Even the locals will feel a palm prick here and there.

The road has few guard rails because they spoil the view, and once you started putting them up where would you stop?

To me, driving this road feels safer than running past a cornfield or a shopping center parking lot, because here I am fully alert, tingling from the pull of the canyon void.

Of all places, this is where I feel mortal — keely alive yet aware of death's inevitability.

When I was last here, a local woman drove along this dramatic red sandstone rim and did a Thelma and Louise into space. Seven weeks later, her crumpled Subaru wagon still rests at the bottom of a canyon, and yesterday, the Denver Post used her suicide to introduce a story about despondent people going to beautiful settings like this to end their lives.

Where else should they go? A garage? A basement? A high school?

In three seconds, I'd be dead.

In Portugal, we visited a chapel fashioned from the bones of the churchgoers to induce pilgrims to contemplate their end and perhaps be frightened into sinlessness. The memento mori runs through many cultures and artistic expressions — typically with images of skulls, bones or more symbolic representations of decay.

I prefer to conduct my mortal meditation in this great expanse, viewing creation instead of the crypt.

Standing in such places as this — under a clear blue dome, surrounded by billion-year strata and with oblivion at your feet — you feel the tiny whoosh of your breath measured against infinity. But you also feel connected, your beating heart and appreciative eye momentarily signifying the center of the universe.

Is it morbid that I cannot stand here without envisioning the leap, the fall, the end? Should I worry that the canyon tugs at my boots? That my fight or flight response is confused here, and I feel I might fly, not flee?

I don't think so, because I always turn away, alive and ready to embrace the seconds that remain. To make them matter.

I'm already falling, of course, and it will ultimately be such a very short trip. But not here. Not now. And probably not so certain.

Practice is over for today.

Another Reason I'll Never Be President.

Over the last year, we have embarked on a national debate on how best to preserve American leadership. Today, I wish to address a topic which I believe is fundamental to America's greatness: our religious liberty. I will also offer perspectives on how my own faith would inform my presidency, if I were elected.
— Mitt Romney's "Faith in America"

faith, n
1.    belief in, devotion to, or trust in somebody or something, especially without logical proof
2.    a system of religious belief, or the group of people who adhere to it
3.    belief in and devotion to God

Today, I want to offer perspectives on how my own lack of Faith would inform my presidency:

Like you, I am a voter who wants my leaders to be ethical, compassionate, optimistic, intelligent, experienced, fair, rational, even-tempered, open to being challenged, self-disciplined and curious about the world. It would also be fine if they rode a bike, played touch football on the beach, blew a mean sax, told funny stories, spoke with a drawl, came from humble roots, looked sharp in a flight suit and knew how to sweet talk old ladies.

But none of these are bonafide occupational qualifications for the job — and by that, I'm referring to both lists.

No, the only way a candidate — man, woman or beast — can come before you with any hope of being elected is to profess their Faith.

I confess, I share a fair amount with people of faith. Some of my best friends — some, I said — may or may not be people of faith. At least, they conduct their lives as if they were — except for sending money to media ministers, telling other people what to do at least once a week and constantly pestering me to join a book club that only discusses one best-seller ghostwritten thousands of years ago.

But my lack of Faith as a candidate is not about them. It's about me and whether I can do the job as your president. If we go back to my lists, I'd score pretty well on most things, although I was brass and strings instead of reeds, and I am too short to look good in any one-piece outfits. Also, my drawl comes and goes and I am told my funny stories are too eccentric, sarcastic and profane for general audiences.

I also try to speak plainly when the occasion calls for it, so let me say this: I do not take the Bible, the Koran or the Torah as my guide, but I try to conduct my life consistently with the core moral teachings of the world's great religions. Doesn't always work out that way, but as a fallible human being, I do my best.

One of those great precepts, in the words of Rep. Lynn Westmoreland, is: Don't laaah.

So here it  is. I don't believe in any God you might recognize. I don't think there is life after death. And I believe all my earthly transactions should be good and proper for their own sake — not to earn miles for an upgraded seat on some flight to the hereafter.

I believe that taking this responsibility — uncommanded and without any fear of punishment or expectation of future rewards — is a moral position, even a courageous one, in the face of the unknown.

I do believe Americans need faith. Faith that our friends and family will return our love. Faith that our government will do right by us. Faith that when we give our full effort we  can advance closer to our dreams. Faith that our leaders will work tirelessly toward making life on this earth better for more people. And faith that those entrusted with public money and power will resist temptation.

Fortunately in a free and democratic republic, we can periodically test these matters of faith, get some information and do something about them if our faith was misplaced.

Beyond that, I will not go to church simply so I can be your president. I will not bow down to Ezekiel, Mohammed and the rest of the prophets. I will not dissemble — at least, not more than national security requires. I will defend your right to have a faith different than mine.

Even without the other Faith, I think it would've worked out okay.

Why I'm Not Sleeping Right Now.

A dozen men are seated on folding chairs arranged in a semi-circle — not facing inward, group therapy-style, but in row, as if they were riding in individual roller coaster cars making a gentle turn. They sit motionless in identical poses, hands in their laps, feet squarely planted, staring straight ahead. Their dress may be identical, too, but only in a most unremarkable way.

A dusting of fine grey powder obscures differences in hair color and other features. There may be no differences.

At random intervals, one of the men will rise from his seat and quietly leave the room. None of the others acknowledges the departures.

I watch three or four do this, then turn around to view the wall behind me.

Paintings four feet square are arrayed in no discernible pattern. All contain the same vibrant shade of orange. Two monochromatic canvases, one above and slightly to the right, are entirely covered with a solid gout of the orange. In another, the color recedes to the background as three naked figures emerge from steam. One painting features the orange only in a small patch nearly overcome by dominant blues.

I am interpreting as I go. The men are dying, all from the same disease, and these swatches are what is left of them. Of their lives. Their souls. Their memories.

From the Bureau of Selective Ridicule.

Leigh Pomeroy's Easter piece in Minnesota Monitor more or less began:

Religion has come under much derision of late for being the impetus of bigotry and hate, repression and violence, suicide bombings and 9/11 — even the U.S. invasion of Iraq.

But religion has above all its positive side, and many good people do wonderful things in the name of their beliefs.

Some of my occasional readers may place me in the derider camp, with my little Easter celebration of Zach Johnson's Masters golf victory as the most recent exhibit. [For a different secular Easter meditation, here's Ghosts of Easters Past, from the days when I was happy to have 20 readers and the weather was nice on March 27th.]

I rarely write about the other side Pomeroy mentions, because the religious world is not part of my daily experience, and because I believe that acting as a decent human being carries greater moral authority if the behavior isn't motivated by command of a Supreme Being. And, I believe, it is possible to recognize good in the world without imputing it to your ever-hovering Imaginary Friend, who would disappoint you in the end were it possible for dead people to feel disappointment.

But...

But religion has above all its positive side, and many good people do wonderful things in the name of their beliefs.

Pomeroy calls out a number of worthy organizations, the first of them Heifer International. Coincidentally, one week I spent with Heifer was responsible for more time in church for non-wedding and -funeral purposes than I have spent in the last three decades — and if I ever were to become churchgoing, it would be with people like them. I suspect they were active in their church because of who they were, and not vice versa.

However, these were New England Congregational churches and may not count.

And I don't hate Jesus,but then he'd already know that, wouldn't he?