Greatness

When it is no longer possible to stretch those so very elastic threads of the historical rationale any farther, when an action is manifestly contrary to all that humanity calls right or even just, the historians resort to the device of "greatness." "Greatness" would appear to exclude the standards of right and wrong. For the "great" man nothing is wrong. There is no atrocity for which a "great" man can be accounted guilty....

And it never occurs to anyone that to admit a greatness that is not commensurate with the standard of right and wrong is merely to admit one's own nothingness and immeasurable puniness.

For us, with the standard of good and evil given us by Christ, there is nothing for which we have no standard. And there is no greatness where there is not simplicity, goodness, and truth.

-Leo Tolstoy (discussing the actions of Napoleon and their interpretation in War and Peace)

Blessings בְּרָכָה

Background:

The Arabic word بركة (barakah) has several meanings and carries significant theological and cultural meaning in Islam. In Judaism, the Hebrew word בְּרָכָה (barakah) also has deep meaning, including as a name for daily prayers or “blessings.” Both peoples consider "barakah" as deeper and more multifaceted than the English word “blessing.” 

 

When I was looking at Ephesians 1:3-14, a kind of song or poem that starts with the theme of God’s blessings, I found that Paul uses the word εὐλογητός (eulogetos) as the Greek equivalent of barakah that is found in the Hebrew scriptures. So when I wrote this poem based on the Ephesians passage, it seemed using this word with so much depth and meaning was appropriate:

 

Barakah

By Paul Bunge

Blessed be is “barakah”

In temple, synagogue, and scroll

Praise God the source of barakah

He’s the blessings honor roll 

 

God fathered Jesus Christ

Who is our Lord and President

He barakahs us at God’s side

Though he knows our lesser tent

 

Barakah started long ago

Pre-paleozoic age

The God of law and perfection

Took us at our awkward stage

 

Before the time of time began

This God of perfect want and will

Of nature planets cosmos rolling

Used barakah to make them still  

 

Insight of God is fact and wise

All inside of us he knows 

Our plans and dreams of selfish gain

One cut, it’s gone, as red blood flows

 

But barakah and baby’s breath

Eternity found in a stable

Put that red blood in sacred bag

To nurture one who would be able

 

The marrow barakah’d his cheeks

His voice gave life and clarified

In others loss of blood you’re gone

When his flowed out, our sins died

 

Barakah to us is free

Lavished all he has stored up

He planned it though it’s mystery

All punishment he drank that cup

 

But wait, there’s more it’s hope he has

We without a bank account

Have all things promised to deliver

Have his will, last testament 

 

The promissory can’t be lost

Barakah between our cells

Holy Spirit gospel faith

In moving body deepest wells

 

All this promise hope and truth

Now who we are, his final story

He will be back our only vision

In meantime barakah and glory

 

 

 

Money

"Scarcity and abundance have as much to do with the form of exchange as with how much material wealth is at hand. Scarcity appears when wealth cannot flow...

Urdu proverb from A Passage to India: If money goes, money comes. If money stays death comes."

                                                                                    -Lewis Hyde, The Gift

The Commodification of American Medicine

"We need to keep some parts of our social, cultural, and spiritual life out of the marketplace. We must not convert all gift labors into market work lest we wake one day to see that universal market in which all our actions earn a wage and all our goods and services bear a price."

So said Lewis Hyde in his highly insightful 1979 book, The Gift. Regarding the field of medicine in America, we have very nearly, or perhaps completely, reached this realm. I hear daily in conversations at the hospital: how can the administration pay us X when clearly we are worth Y? As if the work and care of medicine can be fully translated and digitized into some currency. The attempt of course has led to massive payments to nurses and doctors, which administrators publicly lament over, but then take pains to profit off of, being as they are the top of the doctor-nurse-patient pyramid themselves.  

No, the field of medicine cannot lose its gift component and remain medicine. It becomes only a tit-for-tat exchange, and even a battle, for the human body always carries scarcity, even when well. The sick will consume all commodities and still be wanting. In today's medicine, the sick person desperately longs for gift, for love, for human, for divine. When these are missing, no commodity will suffice. 

Possible

 

I am reminded of what seemed so impossible in 1986: The end of apartheid in South Africa. Perhaps that is why only we young people were out protesting at the time. We had not yet grown old enough to restrict our activities to the realm of the reasonable, or our ideas only to the possible. Lydia Polgren from the New York Times gets this:

"In his 2020 book 'Neither Settler Nor Native,' the political theorist Mahmood Mamdani offered the idea that South Africa’s transition was possible because of an extraordinary act of creativity and imagination in which the holders of what were once seen as fixed, eternal and opposed identities — settler and native — mutually surrendered those identities and took on new ones, as fellow survivors of a brutal colonial project who would try to build something new from its ruins. It is hard to imagine such a project in Israel and Palestine in these dark days. But what was possible once can be possible again."   (Quote from Lydia Polgren, 'South Africa is Not a Metaphor,' NYT, 6/1/24)

Couples Need to Breathe

Just as you need both inhaling and exhaling, couples function best when--according to God's design--we are able to enjoy both bonding (inhaling) and being separate (exhaling). The healthiest marriages are those that are in a rhythmic routine of bonding and being separate, and each spouse is comfortable with both. Partners need a sense of security in order to view separation as something to be encouraged, valued, and promoted.

                                                                                 - Milan & Kay Yerkovich

Symbols

 Many lives have a mystical sense, but not everyone reads it aright. More often than not it is given to us in cryptic form, and when we fail to decipher that, we despair because our lives seem meaningless. The secret of a great life is often a man's success in deciphering the mysterious symbols vouchsafed to him, understanding them and so learning to walk in the true path.

                                                                            -Vyacheslav Ivanov

There is not a physician shortage in the US

 

 

"The physician shortage as a significant driver of poor health outcomes is a red herring."

                                                                  -Corso et al


If anything, the poor state of affairs in American health has to do with too many doctors, not too few. Authors Corso, Dorrance, and LeRochelle make a good argument that simply blaming poor healthcare on the lack of primary care is insufficient (see their article in Military Medicine).

To Protest

I remember waking up on the ground late on a Saturday night in the quad. Or was it early Sunday morning? It was my turn to sleep in the protest shanty we had built at Washington University in St Louis. I heard voices and guessed school security had picked the darkness to dismantle our little shack. Graduation was coming up, and they sure didn’t want this eyesore in the middle of the parents’ seating area. But as my consciousness cleared, and the voices turned to words, I realized it was a group of late-night partiers who were daring each other to pee into my bedroom. I said a few words to let them know someone was there and awake, and they scurried off, fortunately before letting loose with a yellow stream. The protest had survived another night.

Many campuses in 1986 had primitive encampments, as student groups protested against and hoped to pressure the South African government into dismantling the apartheid system, which officially and very broadly restricted the rights of non-white persons. On campuses across the US, these shanty towns were extensive, and battles between students and administration sometimes led to violence and arrests. Ours was a small shack, which we kept going for the whole semester. Nobody was arrested as far as I know. The school did not divest from businesses active in South Africa, which was our request. Campus groundskeepers were able to haul the shed off during exam week and quickly get some sod in there prior to parents showing up.

I considered that phase a failure at the time, but our group was involved in many other ways: marches, gatherings, education events, and the like. We were a small part of the pressure that did contribute to freedom in South Africa. I was amazed to hear during medical school in 1994 that Nelson Mandela was elected president. When we were marching, he was still in jail: a total of 27 years. From my involvement and observations from that time, I have some thoughts and pieces of advice I would like to pass on to the campus protesters of today. I was not, and I am not a professional protester, nor am I extensively involved politically overall. I am sure you have heard from people like that--I sure did. I appreciate them, but you may not want to follow them too closely. That is my first point. Not everyone should become a professional protestor, spend time in jail, and give up their career. Those three things don’t always go hand in hand, but they often do. Think very carefully before you get hauled off by the police. Sometimes that is the right thing, and sometimes it is unavoidable, but sometimes you may have more influence and say if you keep your student ID, avoid the jail record, and show up for school next semester.

Related to the professional protestor, is the problem of thinking-as-a-package. You do not need to agree on every single point to gather with others in protest. The world does not need more echo chambers. Read books. Think. Have opinions and say them. Respect and listen to people with differing opinions. It makes the world and your life much more interesting. Unfortunately, the press and the campuses seem to love to quote the student in the midst of his or her opinion formation, and then label them forever for what is really a journey, so be careful what you say in public or online. Or turn your thought into a question instead so you won’t be tagged.

Choose non-violence. If you are like me, you will want to throw something, break something, hurt somebody. There is so much evil out there, and you want to tackle it now! But the best message, that lasts the longest, is the one that is packaged in humility, with all violence and coercion removed. If you do get arrested or you are about to be arrested, do not fight. Don’t put the police person at risk or yourself. Look up quotes from Dr Martin Luther King. Read Gandhi’s autobiography. Consider Jesus on the cross. Leaders whose message persists even after they’re gone, who very intentionally and purposefully planned to reject violence. There will be people who are ok with violence, who consider power the primary goal. In fact, current university education and polarized news emphasize power politics so much, I am surprised there is not more violence than there is. This is why you must be very purposeful about non-violence as a philosophy and a practice. A non-violent path enhances your credibility and chances of lasting success.

My last thought is: do something besides protest. I found that protesting racial injustice overseas was not enough for me, and I jumped into racial reconciliation and related work in St Louis both on and off campus. What can you do in your community to locally improve respect, dialogue, and understanding? Or to support those in need?

All the best to you in this fascinating time! I hope you don’t get peed on!

Thank You Spike Lee

Now I think I understand Spike Lee a little better. A man who can see things 30 years before others take them seriously is going to be an angry man. Watch “Do the Right Thing,” if you can stomach the profanity. Or at least see the clip that Lee has already noted is so similar to recent events (it's disturbing). You will see the complexity, the horror, the drama, the pain, the anger of today. The difference is, nobody marched for a strangled black man in 1989. The pain and the anger and the confusion of the violence and injustice around him, Lee carried by himself. Or carried it with a whole lot of other black men and women, most of whom did not have the focus or the understanding or the clarity or the charisma to make a movie to contain it. And so he was alone.

 

Thank you, Spike Lee. You were brave enough to focus that anger and that confusion into something real, disguised as something fictional. You were ahead of your time. But what you did perhaps planted a seed somewhere, so that when George Floyd breathed his last in real life, so much like your character Radio Raheem, people knew it was time to say something. Time to throw something. And so you woke the sleepers, made the blind see. Not enough to see clearly perhaps, to know the way forward. But enough to know there is light and a road.

General Colin Powell on Politics

Neither of the two major parties fits me comfortably in its present state. Granted, politics is the art of compromise, but for now I prefer not to compromise just so that I can say I belong to this or that party. I am troubled by the political passion of those on the extreme right who seem to claim divine wisdom on political as well as spiritual matters. God provides us with guidance and inspiration, not a legislative agenda. I am disturbed by the class and racial undertones beneath the surface of their rhetoric. On the other side of the spectrum, I am put off by patronizing liberals who claim to know what is best for society but devote little thought to who will eventually pay the bills. I question the priorities of those liberals who lavish so much attention on individual license and entitlements that little concern is left for the good of the community at large. I distrust rigid ideology from any direction, and I am discovering that many Americans feel just as I do. The time may be at hand for a third major party to emerge to represent this sensible center of the American political spectrum.

                                                                  -General Colin Powell, 1995

                                                                                                                                     

Following

It appears that a good church upbringing will do many marvelous

things for you, but one of the unfortunate things it also does is

convince you that Jesus is to be worshiped but not followed.

                                                                                                - Frost/Hirsch