The Dogs of Peace

Bert fosteringPresident Trump called a woman a dog on Twitter. He did this because she said a lot of nasty things about him. It is not okay for the President of the United States or any other man to call a woman a dog.

This is not Christian, servant leadership, an example from a man of faith and action. This is a nasty, foul thing for a man to do.

Many of my friends believe it is more important that Trump win the “war on Christianity” than any individual thing he does. My friend Mark (whom I love like a brother) says Trump didn’t mock that disabled reporter, it was a movement he made added to a clip from something else. My friend Katherine, the sweetest woman on Earth, who would spend her last dime rescuing a dog and kill herself on the highway to pick one up, says it’s okay that The President of the United States did that because women call men dogs all the time.

No, sweet, lovely, dear friends, it isn’t.

My friend Friedgaard had a little dog that attended Quaker Meetings with us in Scotland. She slept in Friedgaard’s arms until meeting was over, then jumped down and ate the crumbs from the teacakes off our plates. It was a ritual among this peace-loving group.

One day during the after-meeting tea, Friedgaard (who rarely talked about herself) said something about being a Hitler Youth. We all sat there, staring, as this kind, social-justice-dedicated woman said, “People say you had to know better. We didn’t. We were taught in school, we grew up believing that when we emptied a hospital, when we moved people, it was for the good of the community. God was telling our leaders what to do, and we were doing what God wanted, obeying our leaders. I cannot make people understand. They say ‘How could your own heart not tell you it was wrong? Didn’t you have a Bible?’ And I say yes, and the Bible was how we believed what we were doing was right, because we believed the pastors and the politicians who told us how to interpret it.”

“And I swore, when the war was over and we discovered that we were the most evil people on Earth, not the good ones, the bad ones, everyone hated us, then I swore, I would never again believe what the preacher, what the politician, told me God wanted. I would never pick and choose what to read in the Bible, I would never live without asking questions. And I never have. This makes me prickly. It makes me honest. I will never live before God as a lie again, with God’s help.”

There is no excuse for the President of the United States to call a woman a dog. He is not God’s man to win the culture war. He is the war.

“It was Twenty Years ago Today”

Jack’s post is a day early for once – –

Twenty years ago today Wendy and I tied the knot. We had known each other just two years and when I asked ‘the question’ I immediately said “take time to think about it’! After all, I was foreign and older and she wasn’t as impulsive as me. Actually that’s not true – time has proved that she’s the impulsive one and I’m much more resistant to change.

But when we were introduced by our mutual friends, Wayne and Jean Bean, in Greeneville Tennessee I was the impulsive one for once.

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We were married in the beautiful old stone house of Aileen Carr in Auchtermuchty in Fife. August 14th 1998 was a Friday (you can check) and was the day before the annual traditional music festival. That was an incentive for our storytelling and singing friends to come from ‘a’ the airts’ and come they did. Some of them have passed on now, but most are still around and in particular – Aileen Carr who provided the house, George Haig who was best man, Donna-Marie Emert who was best maid and Linda Bandelier who officiated as well as Jean Lockhart who laid on the wonderful food.

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I marvel at the last twenty years, starting with Wendy’s ‘run of the arrow’ as an American interloper into the Scottish storytelling scene and then our move to Lancashire in England where we were both a bit out of place, then Florida where we were VERY out of place and finally here to Big Stone Gap where we’ve made our home for twelve years, running Tales of the Lonesome Pine bookstore and becoming part of a real community.

It’s sometimes been difficult and there have been times when she has had to ‘explain things to me properly’, but that’s probably true of every meaningful relationship. We’ve been lucky and fortunate to have each other and to have so many good friends to help us along the way.

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She watches after me and makes sure I’m OK in every way – –

I loved her the first minute I saw her and still do!