Is such the fast that I choose, a day to humble oneself? Is it to bow down the head like a bulrush, and to lie in sackcloth and ashes? Will you call this a fast, a day acceptable to the Lord? Is not this the fast that I choose: to loose the bonds of injustice, to undo the thongs of the yoke, to let the oppressed go free, and to break every yoke? Is it not to share your bread with the hungry, and bring the homeless poor into your house; when you see the naked, to cover them, and not to hide yourself from your own kin? (Isaiah 58:5-7)I confess that I no longer understand the words. "Liberal." "Conservative." They don't seem to mean much anymore. The stuff that Isaiah is talking about, for example, sounds these days like the "liberal" agenda. But as old as they are, as deeply embedded as they are in Judeo-Christian traditon -- making them, as it were, "traditional" -- why wouldn't they be considered "conservative"?
I understand that "fiscal conservatives" lean toward the tighter fist school when it comes to uses of money -- especially public tax money. Having just spent time yesterday with our tax preparer I am certainly sympathetic just now to the idea of lower taxes. That said, I am rather fond of public schools, police departments, fire departments, road crews and the like, in addition to all those "regulators" so disparaged these days. I certainly believe we should expect the best of one another, but everyone benefits from the attention of multiple eyes helping us stay tuned to what Abraham Lincoln called the "better angels of our nature." Left to our own devices, any of -- all of us -- can be tempted. The recent/current financial challenges of the nation and world weren't brought about because of too much regulation and supervision, but arguably too little. And darn those mean and pesky inspectors who found deadly bacteria on all those millions of eggs a couple of years ago, making life miserable for those nice chicken farmers who were just trying to eke out a profit by cutting a few hygienic corners. The fact is, we need accountabilities, and those who hold us to them. Even football games have referees who occasionally throw a flag. We may not always like their calls, but I haven't met many fans who seriously advocate their absence.
But I wander far beyond my expertise. I am the first to admit that there is much I don't even pretend to understand about public policy. Surely there is a balance between "liberty" and "supervision," and if there are those hyper-suspicious souls who nudge us toward the latter, I suppose we should be grateful for those more "conservative" types who speak up for the former.
But more and more often these days the word "conservative" refers to advocates of certain moral biases, which I think is admirable. I am a fan of moral grounding and morally guided trajectories of social interaction. So I don't really mind the way that each of the candidates currently vying for the chance to unseat the sitting President is turning cartwheels trying to convince the voting public that he is the "true conservative." What surprises and confuses me, however, is that instead of sounding like Isaiah -- or Jesus, for that matter -- advocating vigorously on behalf of the "least of those" among us, and programs that feed the hungry, shelter the homeless and clothe the naked, and bearing persistent witness to the holy imperative to remember our intrinsic connection to one another; instead of focusing the question on how "I" might best embody and further such concerns as an expression of my calling -- priorities which I would have thought would be the true conservatism -- they sound surprisingly "liberal," flagrantly casting aside these ancient and traditional concerns in favor of trying to tell others what they can and can't do, who they can and can't love, and how they ought to take care of themselves.
I find it all more than a little confusing. I used to be pretty good with words, but I seem to be losing my grip. Words like these -- liberal, conservative -- just don't seem to make any sense anymore. It's enough to make a guy surrender his sesquipedalian credentials and do something radical -- or old fashioned, depending on your bias -- like volunteering at the food pantry. Or growing something they can give away.
Perhaps this is part of my Lenten discipline: remembering, and getting it straight.
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" I used to be pretty good with words," — "sesquipedalian" — Tim, you're still quite good with words!
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