• Modern Slavery

    In a compelling show of magnanimity, one which I seldom see in the New York Times, columnist Nicholas Kristof wrote a follow-up to his article of a year ago by revisiting two slaves he purchased from a Cambodian brothel.

    On the surface, this article seems very crass. It is untenable to think that that a journalist would actually purchase two sex slaves from a pimp in order to write a story on their struggles post-slavery. But this story is different. Far from aggrandizing his own efforts, Kristof actually steps into the lives of the individuals he liberated and invests his resources (both journalistic and monetary) in their betterment.

    This is really the substance of the article. Kristof does what many of us espouse a need to do—love others. He actually viewed a need and attempted to meet it. As terrible as the prostitution industry is, a much greater tragedy is that society holds scorn and contempt for those trapped from within its chains. The righteous indignation held by many Christians and Westerners in particular seems to overlook the point that we ought to love and care for these individuals. It makes me think, to quote the classic In His Steps, “what would Jesus do?” Would he see a need and ignore it? Would he condemn the prostitute for her actions? While he would certainly disapprove of them, his first instinct—and we see this many times in the Word—was to love. It’s interesting that we can stand to learn a great deal from a liberal reporter in a publication which espouses very few of the principles Christ taught.

    Further, it is no small amount of irony that a reporter from the New York Times would communicate this message so clearly through his actions. I’m sure that Kristof will receive bad publicity for the good deed he has done. He will probably be criticized for investigating the struggles in the first place. In my view, Kristof did the right thing. He put into action love of humanity in a very real and powerful way. Perhaps his article will be a historical turning point in exposing the power and cultural elite to the very real problems of the developing world? If not, at the very least, two people are better off because Mr. Kristof cared. That makes his efforts worth while.

  • Christmas

    Taking a moment to reflect, early this Christmas morning, the text of President Bush’s remarks on Jesus birth aptly captures my thoughts:

    “Christmas reminds us that the grandest purposes of God can be found in the humblest places…The Christmas season fills our hearts with gratitude for the many blessings in our lives. With those blessings comes a responsibility to reach out to others. “

    Humility. Not a word we are accustomed to hearing in such a positive light, but as the President articulates, the grand purposes of God can be found in humble places. When I think about humble beginnings, I look no further than the community from which I came. I think about people like those who attended my church. I think about our blue collar workers who get by on odd jobs or who work in factories like GoodYear up in Lawton. I think about Grandpa’s old farm house out here in the country. I think about Greg MacKelvy’s store where I worked until I left for Dartmouth.

    All of these humble origins have shaped and grounded who I am. Though they are berated, criticized as backwards, deemed unintelligent, and dismissed , these origins and this area are good. It represents some of the very best of this Nation and everything about it I love so much. Though they may never be grand in any measure of power, wealth or intellect, the blessings these origins have provided this Nation (and me) far exceed the tired institutions of pretense and condescension.

    In particular, growing up here has endowed me with a sense of responsibility to help others. It has instilled in me the need to love others- however imperfectly I execute this. It has taught me friendliness. And it has demonstrated that life’s riches aren’t found in material possession or social status. True wealth is found in simplicity. It’s found in the Bedford Falls of the world. It’s found where people can appreciate life and love others. It’s found in the cold of the manger and at the foot of the cross. And it is especially prevalent in small towns like this.

    This Christmas, I am reminded of why everything about this area and these people are so important. I am reminded of why it is important to reach out to others in love. Finally, I am reminded of the birth of our Savior who made good possible and places like Walters so.

  • Widsom shall pour forth

    Or something like that. I have concluded that Xanga does not meet my blogging needs because it does not allow for flexibility of comment like blogger.com. I will probably update here for now on. Xanga was an interesting experiment but this is just much more user-friendly.

    In the spirit of new beginnings, I am also interested in being more political and reflective as opposed to posting random things, which have happened during my day. I think that’s more beneficial and useful, ultimately. Updates will come invariably but I like the idea of expressing more reflective thoughts in real time so we’ll see how this goes for now.

    Please enjoy the Christmas season. I’ll post as the news allows!