Wherever politics
tries to be redemptive, it is promising too much. When it wishes to do the work
of God, it becomes, not divine, but demonic.
Truth
and Tolerance, 116
Reflection – You know, I’m in a funny position today with the blog. I am
Canadian, blogging from the wilderness of the Upper Ottawa Valley .
However, my primary blog readership is American. Hi, y’all! And of course there
is that thingamabob happening down in the USA today—something involving
appointing people to a college in Ohio or whatever—I haven’t been following it
too closely.
Um, yeah. And of course we Canadians are
always in an odd relationship with America —a
numerically tiny country rammed up against our large powerful neighbor. We tend
to take an unseemly interest in your affairs, peering through the curtains of
the 49th parallel, so to speak, to see what you all are up to now.
Meanwhile, I realize that Americans in
general are not crazy about us furriners sticking our oar in regarding your
internal affairs. If only Canadian politics were not so dreadfully dull and
pointless. At least you all inject some drama and flair into your
electioneering.
So anyhow, I thought I would stick my and
Ratzinger’s two cents in with the above quote. I think it is wise on a day of
political sweep and excitement to offer a salutary reminder of the limitations
of the political sphere.
Politics and governance (which are not the
same thing, precisely) are necessary, but not necessary for salvation. Politics
are not redemptive. It is so crucial to get this. Four years ago so many people
honestly believed Barack Obama would save America .
Many others believed he would destroy America .
Four years later, America is still with us, neither saved (except by the one true Savior) nor
destroyed.
I honestly don’t know who’s going to win
the election today. ‘Too close to call’ and ‘We’ll find out late Tuesday
evening’ have been the most honest forecasts I’ve heard. But neither four more
years of President Obama nor four-eight years of President Romney will save America ,
and probably won’t destroy it, either. America
is a tough old bird of a country.
Politics is not redemptive. We do not look
to the political order to usher in the kingdom of God on earth.
Whenever this has been seriously tried—the Third Reich, the Soviet Union , the Khmer Rouge,
the Cultural Revolution of China, the French Revolution and its Terror—the
result has been to unleash hell on earth. If the political order is truly the
source and driving engine of human transcendence and perfection, then it must
wage war against anything opposed to its claims, which inevitably and always
means killing everyone who is ‘other,’ be it the Jews, the bourgeoisie, the ancien
regime, subversives.
I rather liked Clint Eastwood’s famous
‘empty chair’ speech at the Republican convention. I especially liked the part
where he said that the whole political process is basically a job interview in
which the employers—the voters—hire someone to do a job. If they do a decent
job, we can hire them back for another go; if they do a lousy job, we get to
fire them. Nice and simple, no messianic overtones, no ‘healing the planet,’ no
creeping lèse majesté, no hyperbolic blather at all.
So, you Americans, this furriner ain’t
going to stick his frosty Canuck nose into your affairs and tell you who to
vote for. Regular readers of this blog can probably surmise my opinions of the
current occupant of the Oval Office (ahem). Go and hire him back for four more
years if you like the job he’s doing and fire him if you don’t.
That’s all… and oh yes, as you do that,
know that America, and Canada, and Europe, and India, and the rest of the whole
wide world is healed, redeemed, held, and made the seedbed of the kingdom of
God not by any human power or political program, not by ideology or economy or legislation
or power broking.
Pity the nation that is full of beliefs and empty of religion.
ReplyDeletePity the nation that wears a cloth it does not weave,
eats a bread it does not harvest,
and drinks a wine that flows not from its own wine-press.
Pity the nation that acclaims the bully as hero,
and that deems the glittering conqueror bountiful.
Pity a nation that despises a passion in its dream,
yet submits in its awakening.
Pity the nation that raises not its voice
save when it walks in a funeral,
boasts not except among its ruins,
and will rebel not save when its neck is laid
between the sword and the block.
Pity the nation whose statesman is a fox,
whose philosopher is a juggler,
and whose art is the art of patching and mimicking.
Pity the nation that welcomes its new ruler with trumpeting,
and farewells him with hooting,
only to welcome another with trumpeting again.
Pity the nation whose sages are dumb with years
and whose strong men are yet in the cradle.
Pity the nation divided into into fragments,
each fragment deeming itself a nation
Khalil Gibran