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Saturday, April 28, 2007


Those of you who have an online subscription to WORLD Magazine can check out my essay, here. Those of you with print subscriptions will just have to wait. Those of you with neither will have to rush to your local newstands for the May 5 edition.

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On commentary

I had to travel, one of those city-here, city-there trips that leaves one waking at 3 a.m. and wondering what city this is. A friend recommends keeping a copy of the hotel's phonebook on the nightstand, binder facing the bed, as a means of short-circuiting the befuddlement. As a result, and because I still haven't quite sorted out the newfangled comments feature, several of you attempted to post comments that were held up, awaiting my approval. They should be up now, most of them.

A couple are not, and I'll explain why. I believe in a free-ranging debate, and if you're going to show me the courtesy of reading and thinking about what I have to say, then it seems only fair that I repay the courtesy by letting you have your say in the comments. Occasionally, however, someone leaves a comment consisting entirely of ad hominem attacks, non sequiturs, and other offenses to logic and civility so grave that only Latin phrases can describe them. One person, for example attempted to leave a comment on the abortion discussion below, denouncing all of us men, in unkind words, because men can't have anything worthwhile to say on the topic. This is, of course, nonsense, akin to saying that one who has never been or owned a slave should not engage in a debate about slavery, or that only those who have been to war can understand the current conflict's prosecution.

I thought about posting that comment, but decided against, because I've found that people who can't muster a rational argument on which to embark are very unlikely to discover one along the way, wasting precious time afforded to the rest of us. So in addition to screening out porn and advertisements, I'll also be screening out illogical rants. Yes, I suppose that's a subjective judgment, in the same sense that one must subjectively judge whether the light in one's room is on or off, or whether A is A. But there you go.

Soon we'll have things set up so that you'll have the option of getting a free Typepad registration, in order to allow authenticated commenters to comment without going through my screen first. Then we'll really be high-tech. And thanks, by the way, to those of you who've taken the time to compose an argument here, even when you disagree with me. You're wrong, of course, but I appreciate you nonetheless.

ps: for the humor-impaired, that last was something called a j-o-k-e.

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Tuesday, April 24, 2007

As the Good Lord Said (and I Think He Was Right)...

Perhaps I'm old-fashioned, but I believe a preacher ought to think long and hard, and then think again, before he quotes a Psalm and then begins his next sentence with: But, as if to say, yeah, the Bible's probably worth reading, but let me hit you with some real knowledge.

It's even worse when, in his rush to augment the wisdom of the psalmist with that of Zig Ziglar (no, I'm not making that up; click the link above and see for yourself), he gets the verse's location wrong. That's Psalm 37:23 that you meant to improve, doc, not Psalm 37:25.

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Monday, April 23, 2007

On Wisdom

Caleb is learning to play chess. I realized this weekend that he often thinks three moves ahead. I will not lose to a seven-year-old. I played in a tournament once, and lost to a fourteen-year-old. That was humiliating enough. The first time I realized there are people smarter than me — people who simply have more horsepower in their brains — was in graduate school. My roommate, Jay, was a Harvard math major, and had perfect GRE scores. We would play chess, and he would ponder every possible permutation, and make no mistakes. I couldn't beat him. His brain worked that way with everything. I've met students and professors from numerous universities since my graduate school days, but I've never met anyone smarter than Jay.

Some people seem smart, because they've read and retained a great deal. That speaks more to an encyclopedic function in their brains, I think; they are like human filing cabinets. They can tell you in what book Herodotus describes the cold-hearted Xerxes as he surveys his men sailing to their destruction, they can even tell you what Xerxes is reported to have said, and how he wept at the grandeur of that sight. But they can't tell you what it means, the pathos and sentimentality and repugnance of it. They can only tell you when and where Xerxes met his defeat, and what scholars have written about what the Hellespont meant for Greek civilization and military power. They are parrots less than thinkers.

Jay was one of those people, however, who could not only retain information, but process it. He was an original thinker, armed with a sheer computing power that I realized I could never match. It is a humbling thing, to have pleasant illusions about oneself so decisively dispelled. I'm reminded of that humiliation as I play chess with Caleb, and see how quickly he absorbs the concepts, how in a short time he has already learned that he must control the center, and use his pieces in combinations. Toward the end of a game yesterday, as we sat head-to-head on lawn chairs in the late afternoon sun, after he had lost so many pieces that the end was beyond question, he made a sudden bold attack on my king with his bishop, supported by his knight.

This is how he will be, I think, smart and dangerous and surprising. It gives rise to a new fear, not that I will be shown less intelligent than I thought, but that I will fail to help him temper his intelligence with wisdom. Jay had wisdom about the ideas and concepts floating about the intellectual world in which we dwelled for a time, but he lacked wisdom about the deeper things, as I did, as did everyone I knew in graduate school, as do most of the people I know today whom the world considers intelligent and wise.

It turns out that horsepower alone isn't enough, that wisdom, and the discipline that flows in part from wisdom, are required. These are learned things, and my job is to help my sons learn them. That realization in itself is more humbling than living with a genius, or three little boys who show every sign of emerging smarter than me. It's humbling because I realize I'm simply not up to the task, if imparting wisdom means giving them what I possess.

What is the extent of my wisdom, thirty-nine years into a life in this world? That the heart of man is dark, that I know nearly nothing, and that I can't trust my instincts to do anything but betray me. My wisdom is in knowing how little wisdom I possess, and sadly, that in itself is more wisdom than what is held by most men I know, at least those outside my church.

But where can wisdom be found?
And where is the place of understanding?
Man does not know its value,
Nor is it found in the land of the living.

But that is where we look, isn't it, in the land of the living, meaning within ourselves and our lives, in the little things that we think we learn by accumulated experience, which likely as not serve instead only to confirm the delusions we have cherished from the beginning. If it's left to me to dredge up the wisdom my sons will need in order to be something more than intellectual processors, then I will fail.

Then He saw wisdom and declared it;
He prepared it, indeed, He searched it out.
And to man He said,
'Behold, the fear of the Lord, that
is wisdom,
and to depart from evil
is understanding.'

This is why we pray for our children, those of us with enough wisdom to realize how little wisdom we possess. This is why we read the second chapter of the book of Proverbs and speak it to our sons and daughters, pray it into their skins if we have to, because we know that what they need is beyond our power to give them. This is why parents, if they are more than simply humans who have procreated, are humbled creatures, because only in humbly seeking wisdom at its source can we help our children obtain it.

This is a portion of the art and labor of helping our children become something better than us, part of the generational effort that those in the covenant understand, while those outside it have trouble even making sense of these words. It is why we say that when we are fools we are wise, and where we are weak He is strong, and why all of it seems like nonsense to those who are lost but think they are secure, while we who are secure work out our salvation with fear and trembling.

So are you working it out today? Your children are watching, and they will do as you do. What do they see? I hope in me my sons see the unwisest of men seeking after wisdom that will never come from within. I hope they learn humility more easily than I have had to learn it, am learning it still.

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