Who Are “The Least of These”?

When Barack Obama was asked at the Saddleback Forum what he considered to be his greatest moral failure, he included America in his reply,  We still don’t abide by that basic precept of Matthew — whatever you do to the least of my brothers, you do to me,  referring to a verse in the Bible recorded in Matthew 25.

 

Mr. Obama, do you realize “the least of these” is not Matthew’s precept?  It is Jesus Christ’s.  And since Jesus concluded the Olivet discourse with an admonishment to care for the least of these, it begs the question…Who ARE the least of these?

 

America has long sought to address this question.  Ask a hundred different people to define the least of these, you’ll get a hundred different responses…the persecuted church, victims of war, the poor, hungry, homeless, unemployed, disabled, elderly, mentally ill, terminally ill, uneducated, imprisoned, widows, minorities, those who are struggling financially, someone who cannot afford a college education or a home, a car, a cell phone? 

 

When Obama elaborated who he thinks the least of these are, he continued, “That basic principle applies to poverty. It applies to racism and sexism.  It applies to not thinking about providing ladders of opportunity for people to get into the middle class.”  Somehow, I don’t think Jesus was talking about ladders of opportunity for entrance to the middle class.  But if we concede that He might have been referring to people in poverty, then who gets to define poverty?  Is poverty delineated by American standards?  Or is it characterized by the world’s standards?

 

My 13 year old son & I had been in China less than 24 hours when he asked me this question, “Mom, are we filthy stinkin’ rich?”  My initial thought, “of course not”, had almost crossed my lips before I considered the squalor my son was seeing all around us.  My reply quickly changed to, “Yes, we are.  And so is everyone else in America compared to this.”  Most of us are not wealthy but we have more than we need compared to people of third world countries. 

 

Wes Stafford, President of Compassion International said it best, “The opposite of poverty is not wealth.  The opposite of poverty is enough.”  Enough food that you don’t have to go to bed hungry every night.  Enough shelter that you don’t have to be exposed to the elements.  Enough love that you realize that you are made in the image of God.   By those standards, America is the wealthiest nation on the earth.

 

With hundreds of social programs in place…covering everything from public health, hunger, homelessness, substance abuse rehab, tuition assistance, prisoner re-entry to society…this country has a plethora of resources to address the needs of practically anyone’s definition of the least of these.  Based on this assessment, I would surmise that it would be very difficult to assume that the least of these applies to any resident of America.

 

But what if Jesus wasn’t talking about mere poverty as we know it? Or what if NONE of the people groups already mentioned are the real least of these? 

 

As we speculate on who are the least of these consider this question, what group of people in this nation has fewer rights than animals on the endangered species list?  Who are the most vulnerable, not just in this country but around the world? 

 

In my humble opinion, whoever else the least of these includes, it surely must take into account the unborn.   Over 40 million babies have been slaughtered in this country since Roe v. Wade became the law of the land.  Mr. Obama stated in the Saddleback Forum that “a lot of evil has been perpetrated in the name of doing good.”  Unless we speak up for them, the unborn have no voice to protest evil & the violence perpetrated against them in the name of personal choice.

 

In my home state of Colorado there is a ballot initiative to define when someone becomes a person.  When Obama was asked the question by Rick Warren, “at what point does a baby get human rights?”, he responded, “answering that question with specificity is, uh, is above my pay grade”.  When asked if he had ever voted to limit or reduce abortions, Obama did not answer.  Small wonder he skirted the issue.  The church where Obama attended services for nearly 2 decades operates Christ Hospital in Chicago, a medical facility that allows for the practice of babies born with disabilities to die of starvation & neglect.  Physically imperfect babies who survive abortion attempts are left exposed to the elements, to die alone.  I defy anyone to argue that this practice is not evil. 

 

I would submit that the debate to define the least of these will rage on for decades to come.  It may very well include issues of poverty, racism, sexism.  But to overlook the unborn is to invoke the wrath of a God of justice who will not hold us unaccountable. Jesus said, “WOE unto the world because of offenses…woe to that man by whom offenses come.” {Matthew 18:7}

 

Whoever wins today’s election needs to know that the issue of protecting the unborn is not going to go away.  Today, Norma McCorvey, the woman who was “Jane Roe” in Roe v. Wade is making an impassioned appeal to hold our next President of the United States accountible for the reversal of Roe v. Wade. 

 

She is asking all of us who care about the least of these to join her.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V_J1c8y_7FE

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T_MUUvcvjEg 

 

 

 

 

 

Angels and JOY Rides

I’m having one of those weekends where I found myself with a huge internal ache generally curable only by remote seclusion and a box of soft tissue.  Deciding on the road to respite that I might find happiness in turning loose 330 horsies under the hood of a cute little sports car, I took myself for a drive in the mountains.  Nothing gets the adrenaline pumping quite like the challenge of staying in your own lane, running 60 through a series of 25 mph high altitude curves while listening to Tracy Chapman’s “You’ve got a Fast Car…so remember when we were driving, driving in your car, speed so fast I felt like I was drunk’…”.  My sincere apologies to the elderly man driving a whopping 5 mph in his 67 Chevy truck who had an expression of sheer terror as I blew his doors off.  I promise there was no alcohol involved.

I don’t normally drive fast.  Okay, that’s a lie.  It’s the one vice I indulge myself in when on remote back roads and no one else is in the car with me.  I call it taking my guardian angel for a JOY Ride. And if anyone turns me in to a state trooper, I’ll vehemently deny this as a piece of fiction. 

I have no idea where I was but I came upon a river and turned onto a dirt road that held me side-by-side to raging waters decorated on both banks by golden aspen and celebrated by a host of avid fly fishermen.  So beautiful and serene was it, I felt I had stumbled upon a living Fall Foliage poster.  I parked the Infinity “leer jet”, grabbed my Bible and headed for a quiet rock by the water’s edge.

Prior to arriving at this place my mind was racing even faster than the V6 engine.  A series of unrelated events in the past 4 days had left me feeling as if I had been through a tornado that blew me to places I did not want to go and an earthquake that shook my world.  Emerging from those I found a fire had ignited some painful things in my heart that I thought I had dealt with years ago.  At a loss for anything to say to God, I prayed a Mercy Me song… “Word of God speak.  Would you pour down like rain, washing my eyes to see your majesty…to be still and know that you’re in this place.  Please let me stay and rest in your holiness.  Word of God speak…I’m finding myself in the midst of You.  Beyond the music, beyond the noise. All that I need is to be with You.  And in the quiet…hear Your voice…”

When everything else around me ceases to make sense I follow the example of my Jesus who made a practice of getting alone with the Father.  Though some are great listeners, friends are for the most part unskilled at offering counsel.  And therapy can be expensive.  Jesus knew where to turn for the source of his strength and He must have treasured those times of aloneness with God.  I used to resist these ventures, telling myself I am too busy to escape for any kind of spiritual respite, trying to “make do” with a quick quiet time or a few minutes in the prayer closet at home.  Eventually I learned that these moments of separation…a week, a day, a few hours even…are God’s best opportunity to speak into my soul.  Today, He did not disappoint…but then, He never does.  While I looked to God, listening for His voice in my tornado and my earthquake and even in the fire, I didn’t hear Him.  It was in the quiet by the river as water crashed onto huge boulders that I heard Him whisper and His words were as clear as the sky above me…

“And he said, go forth and stand upon the mount before the Lord.  And the Lord passed by, and a great strong wind rent the mountains and brake in pieces the rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind.  And after the wind, an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake.  And after the earthquake, a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire.  And after the fire, a still small voice.”  I Kings 19:11-12

My heart knows there are no substitutes for purposeful time alone with my Lord, to listen for that still small voice.  My soul rejoices every time He speaks.  May this Mercy Me video be an encouragement to you that when your engine gets all revved up, refreshing & restoration come when you permit your circumstances to drive you into your own time alone, shift into neutral, cool your jets and allow the Word of God to speak into your journey.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4JK_6osCH74&NR=1 

Exceeding the Speed Limit: The Jerico Scott Dilemma

Nine year old Jerico Scott can’t pitch for his Little League team anymore…the Youth Baseball League of New Haven threatened to disband the team because the coach of Jerico’s team allowed him to take the mound in violation of a regulation that considers it unsafe for a pitcher to throw a fastball in excess of 40 mph.  Now the heat is on.  Jerico’s mom pitched a fit.  Other parents are crying foul, accusing opposing teams of refusing to play them because they’re afraid of getting beat.  Still a majority of comments batted in are centered in “it’s not fair”, “a kid is punished for being too good”, and “no one has ever gotten hurt”. 

 

The argument “he’s never hit anyone” is irrelevant.  It only takes one child getting nailed  by a stray ball to set off an unpleasant chain reaction…courts are packed with people who sue over that “first” accident.  Yes, this boy is good, wonderfully talented even.  The proof is in the team’s is 8-0 winning streak.  I’ve got no problem with this team handing out repeated defeats.  Kids need to learn how to lose graciously.  It’s called “sportsmanship” for a reason.  But what about winning at the expense of the rules? What no one seems to be acknowledging is that the 40 mph speed limit is a League Regulation.  Right or wrong, it’s the rule.  If we don’t like the rule, we take action to change it.  That’s part of the beauty of living in a democratic republic {at least for now}.  We accomplish nothing positive by whining & complaining about how “stupid” the rule is, especially in front of our children!  What are we teaching them if we go off into a rage, as Jerico’s mother did, demanding “fairness”, screaming about how ridiculous the policy is?  Can you just picture these kids 10 years from now?  Yeah, I know underage drinking is against the law but my parents say  that rules are for sissies.  They don’t apply to me…  Don’t kid yourself, our children are watching, listening and taking notes. 

 

It’s not like Jerico is without options.  No one is asking him to go sit down.  He could play other positions for the team.  Or perhaps he could play for a team of older children that does allow for faster pitching.  However, simply because he is talented does not mean the rules should be broken for him.  For those screaming about how unfair it is to this one boy, how unfair is it to the rest of the athletes who follow the rules?  And truly, should “fairness” even be an issue here?  The sooner our kids learn that life is not fair, the better off they’ll be.  There’s no such thing as fair in life.  Fair is a place where pigs win ribbons.

 

I applaud the parents of Jerico Scott and others like them who are investing time & energy in their children to develop their God-given abilities & help them become great athletes.  Can you imagine what kind of world these kids could grow up in if these same devoted parents poured as much energy into teaching the fundamentals of character?  Obedience to rules, respect for authority, self-control…if we fail to instill these traits in our children, the ramifications are significantly more important than whether or not a kid gets to play ball.