Relax–It’s A Holiday

Jack’s guest post is is a little late today – –

My being late is all because of that peculiar American institution called ‘Thanksgiving!’ What were you colonists thinking?

Everyone with a car gets in it and drives for hours to visit parents, children, and siblings and overeat. We packed our dog and his bed, plus lots of cookware and ingredients for the meal (salmon patties, since you ask), and set off in heavy rain. It continued to rain all through the 3 and 1/2 hour journey down I-81 and I-40 to Knoxville. We arrived tired and stressed, and only to realize we’d forgotten to pack the dog’s food!

Wendy had done the drive down and was now heavily into negotiating with her mom on ‘essential’ tasks ahead of the big day, so I (who hate driving in the rain and dark) was dispatched to find an emergency supply of dog food.

From now until Sunday are the busiest traffic days of the year, but off I went like the hunter gatherer of yore, driving down the wrong side of the road at the wrong time of night. Oh crivens jings! Amazon was letting out its evening shift.

What used to be a quiet rural road isn’t any more, since a gigantic Amazon office block and warehouse was built near Wendy’s parents’ home. (Yes, we have tried to get them to move. But since they have given up driving, they don’t really notice the trucks these days.)

Blinded by headlights and peering through the rain, I followed the instructions to reach a gas station and shop. They didn’t have dog food, but they did have cans of beef stew; having no desire to drive any further, I introduced Bruce to the delights of Dinty Moore Beef Stew. (Bruce thinks visiting Grandma and Grampa is wonderful – all these new culinary delights!)

Meanwhile, this morning, Wendy fired up her pressure cooker canner which she brought, of course, and went into hyper mode ahead of the big family day later and preparing as much as possible ahead of time.

Tomorrow we’ll head home, and then on Friday morning we’re driving to North Carolina to spend the weekend with friends and recover from the stresses of the family gathering. There is something quasi-spiritual about overeating with friends who have each brought something to the table.

But that traffic…. Bah Humbug.

Come back next Wednesday for more from Jack

Calling Someone Out Is Not The Same As Calling Someone A Name


In a recent political speech, the presumed Republican presidential candidate referred to some people as “vermin.” When mainstream media compared this to speeches given in the Weimar Republic by another infamous candidate seeking to lead his country, the presidential candidate’s team called the comparison disgusting and a deliberate attack intended to obfuscate issues.

I’ve struggled with how to write this, because my calling out our local theatre director over the summer for racism and misogyny resulted in me being called an attacker, and I don’t want to write an “it happened to me” blog. I want to write a “words matter and we’re in trouble so move through your life with prayerful integrity” blog.

Over the summer I was a volunteer on an arts committee for our town’s local theatre. When it became evident that there were issues with equity in pay and in choices of acts—and also that voices of artists from diverse communities were missing from the planning group—I asked questions. This culminated in a phone call with the theatre’s director, where I called out certain decisions and several preceding actions since his arrival as white supremacy.

All hell broke lose. The director asked me to a meeting with a board member, told me I was disgusting. It is a common strategy to say someone else attacked you when you feel defensive.

The board member told me I had no right to attack the director. Both said I should be ashamed. When you cannot justify your actions, when you do not want to engage on why what you’re doing is good (or even good enough), you attack.

In talking afterward with the regional newspaper about the events at the theatre, a heavy sigh preceded the reporter putting into words what we both knew: the same thing is happening everywhere. What used to hide behind coded language and secret handshakes is now a campaign platform. The only unusual aspect of the local theatre story was that the director actually got fired, a unique twist to a standard plot.

Dear reader, let me challenge you with another twist on a now-standard saying, “if you see something, say something.” What’s happening right now in the “God is on OUR side” culture wars requires knowing the difference between calling someone names, and calling someone out.

When I ended the meeting with the board member, he was still defending the director, who was still insulting me. Something strange happened: the director’s last words as I left were, “Good luck to you.”

From nowhere, my mouth opened and out came, “I won’t need luck; I have integrity.”

I’m not going to wish you luck as you parse through the attitudes and actions of this coming year’s political climate. We’re not jerks, elites, woke-ists, or any of the other names we get called for refusing to let dehumanizing words and actions go by. We do very much need to avoid being self-righteous assholes, and I’m praying for wisdom, discernment, and integrity on how God plans for me to walk these days. Moral high ground is both heady and slippery.

Walk softly, never mind the big stick. If you see something, say something.