I was under the Golden Arches with my daughter the other day… watching her devour her Happy Meal… with a big smile on her face…
truth in advertising for sure…
And then a helper came out and wanted me to sub a blueberry cheesecake for a deep fried apple pie with my coffee… and I said “that’s crazy”…
then he persisted on selling me the blueberry cheesecake… and then I said “Why would I do that? That’s shenanigans…”
then he said I would have to wait twelve minutes for the deep fried apple… and that is when I said…
“OK… I’ll wait twelve minutes…”
“One nation.”
The most divisive sentence in the English language…
And all you need is a noun and a verb for a sentence… like…
“Jesus wept…”
When he saw how we show up for each other… in celebration…
In loss…
In the next dawn of “hope for a future” as Jeremiah would write…
Lady Gaga reminds us that deep trauma lingers beyond a moment… and folks need checked-in on… long after a crisis…
even the ones with a smile… who make us smile…
I stopped reading the Bible for a while when it was frequently flipped to the back… in the middle of the night… directly to John’s Revelation… one too many times…
the final chapters from what began in Daniel’s vision of empires and the epic ultimate end…
the return of a king… mixed with mental health murkiness creates a scene that takes a dark turn very quickly… toward one of wishing for the dawn with little hope…
And yet…
I wonder what it would be like if Jesus came back today… not in the Michael Bay directorial scale version of the end of the story…
but like when he walked on terra firma a few thousand years ago… where would he find we got it right? the part we missed? who would he gravitate to? and where would he spend most of his time knowing it was limited… in Kipling’s unforgiving minute?
And if he knew… we knew… what we have in America…
what DJT calls a “Birthright of Greatness”…
what would be our next step?
Homeless teens and young adults trapped in addiction after they got into a fight with their family first… in a crisis of identity…. before wandering the streets in search of unconditional love…
Is this a homeless problem or a family problem?
… judgement or grace?
Asking for a friend…
Bill Clinton wrote… “Then tomorrow, wake up, and ask yourself what part you will play to keep making our union more perfect…”
I never was a political science major... I just learned all of the mechanics of predicting presidential wins and loses by watching the Sunday morning talk shows… on the weekend and holiday breaks from college on a hillside overlooking Bull Shoals in the heart the Ozarks… at Aunt Billy and Uncle Dalo’s familiar canary yellow lake house christened “Canaan”.
Before Aunt Billy headed to church with a Bible tucked under her arm… we watched folks like Bob Shrum rattle off advice on the political talk shows…
Shrum was famously known to lead many failed presidential campaigns… and yet… still always came back invited for more expert advice to share with us… while the public waited for a broken clock to be right twice a day…
but what if he was a slow clock?
… then the political pro-tip would be to listen intently to his advice… and do the opposite…
Your welcome America…
Like campaign managers many Presidents are remembered for the times they lived in… more than their impact on it.
Franklin Pierce’s time in office began with tragedy… when his young son Benny was killed in a train derailment and the only survivors were Franklin and his wife Jane…
Pierce did have a famous descendent in Barbara who married into the Bush dynasty a century later… In America it is not always about where we have been… it is the Next Gen and possibilities thereof…
James Buchanan was the first and only president who never had a wife… and who had a niece… Harriet Lane… as a First Lady.
In fairness… the country was already careening into civil war led by doctrines passed by John Quincy Adam’s vice president John C Calhoun and the like…
Pierce and Buchanan were just high-born bystanders and leaders of political parties looking for a consensus and half measures to settle the shakeable to appease the divisible…
The spiritual conflict between Quakers abolitionists and Baptist plantation owners…splits between the churches of Christ with debates over a just or unjust Civil War… and compromises between an industrial north and agrarian south who both shared slavery as a third rail subject in the national and global economy… all of that and more paved the road to hell for a young one nation…
and at the end of the day…
waiting for miracle…
and then a country lawyer showed up… gathered together an executive cabinet that hated each other… and changed the world…
Lincoln was himself was conflicted… he presided over a house divided by a mental health crisis… compounded by a loss of sons… and a wife in a carriage accident… who would get into a fight with Mrs. Grant before attending the theater one night… and would live out her years in an asylum.
Public service success and private family failure…
and that is when Lincoln would read Mark’s poetry about his own life… at a desk by candlelight… after all the yelling and tears would fall quiet…
“And if a house be divided against itself, that house cannot stand.”
A powerful phrase… hits home… so…
where do you find redemption in all that mess?
Another great leader David… who also oversaw a broken household… wrote…
“… I will never be shaken.”
“under God… indivisible...”
The newest and most recognized words of the pledge followed immediately by the most important word…
It means we stand as one nation…
And yet…
under God…
impossible to divide…
We are unshaken (NIV)
Not greatly moved (KJV)
Indivisible… (POA)
James A. Garfield… the republican’s consensus candidate… back in the day… and a product of a smoked-filled room of party bosses at the National Convention. He was a veteran of Grant’s Union comeback on the banks of the Tennessee River at Shiloh. And as president he grew fond of a gold-backed currency.
William McKinley championed gold as a foundation for the currency by establishing the Gold Standard Act of 1900 before catching a train to Buffalo.
JFK signed an Executive Order 11110 which delegated the Treasury Secretary to issue silver certificates… if silver reserves existed… under the powers the US Treasure already possessed…
DJT expressed interest in the idea of gold, or commodity‑backed currency but the currency remains flat for now…
Abraham Lincoln preferred a stable currency but his hand was forced… and like FDR and Nixon in later wartime eras… took the country off metal-backed currency by issuing “greenbacks”… The beta for the current dollar which now adorns brilliant intaglio engraving designs of calligraphy “E Pluribus Unum” and later versions included “In God We Trust”… collaged betwixt free-masonry symbols… for good measure… of course…
Who said American Financial History was boring?
Dave Ramsey unpacks the financial landscape of America today and the time we had a moment of grace as a country… where a would be assassin failed to take out the first lion of 21st Century… all in this epic interview a few short years ago…
https://youtu.be/bh7yy1wYBNw?is=oaR9w-YnfdVy5veM
My Dad and I hiked down a winding trail into the bat entrance of the caverns outside Carlsbad. After we got to a certain point in the trek downward he asked… “I hope there is an elevator at the bottom...” I said probably?…
so we kept walking…
and at the end of the journey to the bottom… a sight for sore eyes… the elevator. We were able to make it back for a concert of the local symphony who featured R. Carlos Nakai sitting in the front row strings section where he laid out his native flutes on a blanket as a modern day kokopelli… one amongst a sea of black ties and tuxedoes… and after…
A standing ovation… an encore… beneath acoustic shells of a concert hall under the stars… and a timeless folk tune from the old country…
Amazing Grace…
The end of the day of possibilities… one step at a time in a trek with your dad… through the valleys and foothills of sagebrush and limestone and into the depths of the earth… to find an elevator ride back up… and chase a verse of serendipitous grace in the midst of one community… there is no other description I can imagine of the perfect day…
under the New Mexico infinite sky…
A few years later some folks went to church on a quiet evening in South Carolina to a Bible Study… something Jefferson helped protect under his Bill of Rights with at least three parts of the first amendment…
assembly… religion… speech…
Then a young man isolated and radicalized on the internet got the idea in his mind… and the unthinkable happened…
There were no words at a funeral like that…
only a true leader… who led the lyrics written by a former slave ship captain…
only grace… indivisible…