Bernie and Daphne Stresspool (not
their real names) sit a few rows behind us at church every Sunday.
Bernie holds two doctorates and has been a highly respected
theologian since at least 1992, when I first heard his name. He was
the first link in the chain that took me to becoming an editor years
ago.
Daphne was a missionary in Taiwan
before marrying Bernie. Though she has been stateside for two
decades, her passion for missions never waned, and she was finally
able to convince Bernie to join her on a trip to Asia over the
Christmas break to see what he could do to help the believers there
(as he currently helps more mature believers who attend the seminary
he teaches at here). Relevant to what follows, she is also a Fox News
conservative, the daughter of a still-feisty nintety-something Fox
News conservative.
A few days ago, when I gave a talk at
Bernie’s seminary, my asthma flared up and I was barely able to
finish my remarks, having to stop dozens of times for coughing
spells. Afterwards I was conversing with Daphne, who related a story
the essence of which is this:
While Bernie and
I were in Asia, we both got horrible colds that really slowed us down
and that wouldn’t go away. We were staying with an elderly Chinese
Christian man who told me he had just the thing to fix my cold. He
went into the back room of his house and came out with a little
bottle with a label that said, “Brown Liquid.” That was the name
of it: Brown Liquid. Well, I took some of it, and three days later,
Bam! Cold gone. So I told Bernie to try it. Same thing: Bam! Cold
gone.
So I looked at
the label to see what was in it. The first ingredient was
trans-something-or-other, I don’t know. The second ingredient, in
equal proportion to the first, was opium!
[Exclamation in original.]
...
They
have some really great medicines there that we can’t get here.
I
also found out that restaurants in China put opium in their soups to
keep the customers coming back.
Ya
don’t say! Bingo twice.
Now
you know why I’ve changed the names: they wouldn’t dare tell
their story on Fox News. Actually,
I shouldn’t say that: they
are people of character, so they probably would dare, but Fox News
probably either
wouldn’t allow them to or
would make sure their viewers didn’t draw the same conclusion I’m
drawing from it.
I
was castigated by Fox News
conservatives for this
post because I asked if local policemen
use words
I hear on the street every day I’m in Philadelphia; a
member of our congregation is also a member of our local police
department, and I had
apparently besmirched his reputation.
While I would tell the keeper of the Bridge of Death that the
congregant in question does not use bad language or mistreat people
from ethnic minorities when
in uniform, I have also heard
that he is not to be messed
with when on
duty, so I would also tell
the bridgekeeper that said congregant would without hesitation arrest
anyone he found in possession of opium.
So
opium enables a world-class theologian to serve believers in Asia,
but US evangelicals (almost
all of whom that I know are either Fox News conservatives or Obama
liberals) have no compunction
about caging people who would sell it here. So
what?
As I
write, I am still almost incapacitated by my asthma. The only way I
can
get a medicine that I know works on it
is either to go to the
emergency room and pay emergency room rates or to wait until tomorrow
morning, call my doctor, wait until he decides to phone in the
prescription (assuming he doesn’t need to see me first, which will
be impossible until the afternoon), and get it then. I could be wrong
about what ails me and so what would relieve
my
symptoms, but given the
option between trying something on my own and waiting another day or
two to get the doctor, I’d prefer the former. It’s my body –
shouldn’t it be my choice?
I
hear two objections. First, “My body, my choice” is the mantra of
pro-abortion mothers. My response is, I can’t stop abortions in
China or Japan or Sweden; they’re not my people, it’s not my
problem. In the same way, the kind of people in the US who would
abort their children are not my people. (One exception, a married
couple who will remain anonymous, aborted a child because “the
mother’s life was in danger”; they are most assuredly my people.)
The world doesn’t need more Democrats. If they want to kill their
children, I say let ’em – they’ll only grow up to be looters. (Though if they ask me, which
they won’t, I’ll give them every reason I can think of to have the
baby.)
Second,
self-diagnosis is risky: people die from it. That is also correct,
methinks. But I also coughed my way through an advertisement last
night that claimed that every 39 minutes or something someone dies
from prescription drugs.
See here
(and yes, the Monitor’s
objectivity on this subject
would be suspect). You can’t
eliminate stupidity just by making a law against it. Most
importantly, the Bible nowhere tells us to cage people for stupidity.
I
came to Christ in part because the House of Shalom in North Bend,
Oregon, gave me a place to sleep on a rainy evening in 1972. They
allowed me to read a passage from my copy of Mary Baker Eddy’s
Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures
at their Bible study, and while their response was unenthusiastic to
say the least, they didn’t try to take it away by force, and they
certainly didn’t call the police. In short, they made me feel
welcome and safe, and they were the first link in the chain that led
me to my first prayer of repentance a week or so later.
The
War on Drugs is evil. Evil, evil, evil, evil, evil. However well
intended it is, it is evil. That the evangelical church in the US is
behind it, proudly sending its youth to fight it, is – along with
her admiration for those who drop bombs on women and children from
miles, sometimes thousands of miles, away, and who cage
desperate women – an indication of how far she is from the
heart of God.
If
we really want to see people come to Christ, we need to stop
threatening stupid and desperate people (whom, let it be said yet
again, the Bible nowhere tells us to threaten) and begin offering
them the water of life that Jesus Christ has so freely given us –
often, and certainly in my case –
despite our own stupidity.