Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Post 17: Mission Impossible: Faith/Politics Integration

With the calendar turning to 2012, we are again in an election year. And this season brings up one of the most perplexing, vexing and open questions for which I have no good answer: what does it look like for a completely sold-out follower of Jesus to fully engage (in a healthy way) in politics? Is it possible for an elected official to reach the most influential wings of the political heirarchy and not significantly compromise his/her religion along the way?

There are obviously large swaths of the country who believe that adhering to biblical virtue implies voting for a particular type of Republican- folks like Bush II in the 2000/2004 elections, and folks like Santorum, Perry, or Palin today. Needless to say, I reject this idea- not necessarily because I disagree on “the issues” with any of the aforementioned (I probably agree around 50% of the time on the headline issues), but simply because I find the approach and persona of these figures deeply dissatisfying- to the point where I really wonder if we are indeed worshipping the same Lord, as we both whole-heartedly proclaim. Of course, I don’t know any of these candidates personally, only through the media. And the media loves to see the worst in everyone, so I could stand corrected upon closer inspection. When I look to the alternatives, I typically see a Democratic candidate with whom I will be in agreement on somewhere less than 50% of the issues, and for whom my disdain in their approach/persona will roughly approximate what I feel towards the Republican candidate. The glaring exception to this rule is (was?) of course President Obama- I was hopeful of his presidency 4 years ago as he captured the hearts/minds of the younger generation. He wasn’t in the national eye prior to his campaign long enough to be dirtied up by the process, and I was thrilled with how he took down the Clinton machine. I stand today disappointed like many that he has thus far been remarkably ordinary/unimpressive as a president.

In light of this sad realization, the most dominant theme that I have converged on over the last several years is the idea that the two primary parties are largely indistinguishable in terms of what they offer to the American people. Sure, they may squabble vigorously over the issues, but they are identical in the sense that they are both beholden to interests that hardly represent the majority. A wise observer once remarked that the Religious Right and the hard core Secular Left are in many ways ideologically equivalent. This is why to me, there is little difference between watching Fox News on the one hand, or MSNBC on the other. They each shill for their own, and this is totally a mutually reinforcing, rational equilibrium from a game-theoretic perspective.

I was once somewhat active and willing to help raise money and host fundraisers for promising candidates who shared my aspirations. Disillusionment with candidates from both sides of the aisle and the feeling that nothing that I do matters anyway started to chip away at my enthusiasm. But perhaps more than anything else, what really got to me was that I didn’t like the kind of person I became when politically engaged. What good is it to try and win arguments and debates if you feel like you’re losing yourself along the way? Less active soon became almost complete withdrawl. For a while, I justified my unwillingness to engage by pointing out repeatedly that Jesus did not come as a political movement, and that His methods were too radical for the politics of His day. I would think that this is even more true today than it was 2000 plus years ago. At the same time, I also wholeheartedly believe two other things- the first is that Jesus came to redeem EVERY sphere of human existence- and so politics is a subset by definition. Secondly, I think that more than any other nation, we absolutely get the government we deserve, and so inaction is actually implicit agreement with the status quo. The more I think about such things, the more my apathy masked as righteousness gnaws at me.

This leaves me in a very in-between space, which is obviously the title and recurring theme of this blog. Most folks I talk to agree that the political culture in this country is pretty rotten, and a major housecleaning would be the minimum to get things going in a better direction. I personally think that the spirit of the Tea Party and Occupy Wall Street are essentially the same- they both feel that the incumbents are across the board corrupted, and the catalysts for both movements were uber-egregious bank bailouts. There’s this underlying sense that there is way more common ground in our society than meets the eye. As of this writing, it appears that the leading candidates on the Republican side are Mitt Romney, New Gingrich, Rick Santorum, and Ron Paul. The only one who even remotely captures the spirit of non-establishment is Ron Paul. Some of his ideas are so out there that you know they’ll never get implemented (going back to the gold standard) but I love his stance on cutting defense spending. Our country’s obsession with this notion of safety is just as culpable for bankrupting us as entitlement programs. The remaining three feel like uninspiring, man-the-ship guys who will more or less maintain the mediocre standards of their predecessors.

I suppose this is the best we can do. And it leaves me essentially where I’ve been for a long time with this whole politics things- at sea. If folks have a better alternative in mind, I’m all ears. This country has given me too much for me to not care anymore, and there has to be a way to integrate our civic duty with the commandment to love our neighbor.

On a happier note....my little boy isn't so little anymore.




Monday, January 9, 2012

Post 16 - There are benefits to raising kids in the city, right?

I think NYC is the best city in the world. Sure- I constantly complain about things that make city life difficult. It’s crazy expensive, and only getting more expensive The subways are unreliable- especially on weekends. Pristine white snow turns into black slush within hours. There’s no In-n-Out burgers, Chick-fil-A, and other cheap eats that resonate with my proletariet palette.

My complaints notwithstanding, we are still largely fixtures in a relatively transient city. There are many reasons, but foremost among them is our commitment to our church. Family-wise, with one set of in-laws to the east in Long Island and another to the south in Staten Island, Flatiron is a pretty optimal location to make grandchildren equally accessible to both sets of grandparents. There’s a nice little family friendly park just steps away, three great grocery store options all within a couple blocks (Eataly, Whole Foods, Trader Joe’s), and the real zinger- the best budget mexican food in the tri-state area (Calexico) just got a two-year lease to set up their food cart at the end of the block.

But then the little prince came into the world. And of course, everything changes. For the first time in our thirteen plus years in the city, we began to ponder living elsewhere. I’m not sure exactly when it started- probably the day we went in for Samuel’s 4 day old check-up and the doctor started calling him “the little Olympian”. That sentence fragment got me thinking, and given my hopes and dreams of raising a world-class soccer player (I know it’s a crazy fantasy, yes), I soon realized that I lived a long way from the nearest soccer field. But regardless of whether or not S shows any promise as an athlete, I just can’t imagine him growing up surrounded by concrete. I was raised in what I’m guessing is a typical suburb where me and all the neighborhood kids played soccer in the early AM, football in the afternoon, and basketball in the evening. Since I lived off the 17th hole of a very nice country club, we had “access” to a wonderful field and the greens keeper would routinely have to chase us off his fairways. But that was all part of the fun- and since he had 35 other holes to take care of, we quickly learned how to break down our make-shift field, run like bank robbers through the woods in different directions, and just wait him out before resuming our activities.

As a regular helper in our church’s Kids program, I have the privilege of spending a lot of time with some terrific kids between the ages of 7 and 12. I can confidently say that one of the defining traits of our community is the presence of excellent parents, and so I often find myself asking them about raising kids in NYC. Parenting in any environment is a sacrifice, but I do believe it is even more so in the urban jungle. What I hear a lot about is how the transaction costs associated with sporting activities (or any activity, for that matter) can be quite high. So if you want to get your kid involved in soccer- then guess what- the field is not a stone’s throw from chemistry lab- it’s actually a 30-45 minute bus ride from the classroom to Randall’s Island. Time is already the most scarce and precious of resources, and this is particularly true for that marginal hour or two. If this is a route we want to go- then a whole bunch of other things we do with our lives probably become compromised- starting with that church which is the main reason we’re here in NYC to begin with.

The lack of a team sports-friendly environment is in and of itself enough to make me head for the ‘burbs. But what’s really nutty about raising kids in Manhattan is the craziness around getting your kid into the right schools. I recall about 10 years ago a work colleague of mine telling me how stressed out he was about his kid getting into the right nursery because the wrong nursery would spoil his chances of getting into the right elementary school, which would mess up his chances of getting into the right middle school/high school, which would mess up his chances of getting into the right university and then he won’t get the right job and marry the right person and the kid’s life would be ruined because he wasn’t at the right nursery. As absurd as this sounds to the mind as I read it, it is much harder to escape this than I thought. In some sense, his mindset is nothing more than the evolution of the same core principle that made my parents and in-laws cross an ocean and enter a completely foreign country for the sake of their children. Whatever it is, they passed it onto us so that it’s now hardwired into our CPU.

We have some time before we have to make any serious decisions, but as of now, all options are on the table. If I had to decide now, I would probably opt for outside the city. The little prince should be walking soon, and we’ll see how he takes to all the sports gear that loved ones got him for his first Christmas. I’ve been throwing him a little mini-football the last couple days and he doesn’t seem to realize something is being thrown to him until after it bops him in the head and lands on the floor. We’ll also learn a lot later this month at his first birthday- there’s a Korean tradition where at a child’s one-year, the parents will place several objects in front of him and the one he chooses represents his future destiny. There’s a pencil (a scholar), string (a long life), rice (he’ll never starve), and of course, money (self-explanatory). I’m placing a fifth item- a soccer ball, and if he chooses that- then we’re one step closer to house-hunting! ;)




S doing the the traditional Korean bow on New Year's to grandparents and receiving money.