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Workout Session 4 – ‘I think I’m gonna make it’
The last time I wrote about my three-time-weekly workout schedule in my six-month push to the big 6-0, I mentioned that we spent the entire hour working on my legs and lower body.
My concern, I noted in that column, was that I planned to be at my next session at 6 a.m on Wednesday “if I could get out of bed.”
Well, it wasn’t the getting out of bed that was difficult, heck, I sprang right up about 4:30 … but it was the first step I took after I was on my feet. Holy, schmoly … my hamstrings were tighter than Charlie Daniels fiddle strings.
Why is it that the second day after a work out hurts worse than the first day? I’m almost certain that the answer has something (or everything) to do with being old, overweight and out of shape, and not necessarily in that order.
In any event, I trudged (it seems like I use that word ‘trudged’ a lot since I started this little six month experiment) off to Stark’s Total Body Fitness for my 6 a.m appointment with Stetson Browning.
I arrived about 5:15 and walked on the treadmill, foolishly thinking I could walk the pain away. Actually, the walk seemed to help my legs so I felt good when Stetson came to get me going.
Today we worked upper body and again they (Father Time and Stetson) kicked my butt. I have to say that Stetson does a remarkable job with me because clearly I’m a novice.
In fact, I asked him this morning if he had ever had anybody that was more of a ‘project’ that I am. His reply motivated me.
“I have people in here that I help that have disabilities, prosthetic legs or they are trying to working around an injury,” he told me. “Everything works on you, nothing is wrong … you’re a clean slate.’
I love clean slates, so despite the old, gray-haired guy I see huffing and puffing in those freaking wall-to-wall mirrors, his words provided a shred of hope that I really could accomplish my goal.
We went through three reps each of various exercises geared to the upper body. I was disappointed with some of the weight amounts that absolutely pushed me to the limit.
“That’s pitiful,” I said out loud when my arms began to wobble and falter on the final rep of the third set.
“Anytime you push your self to the very last rep you can do, regardless of the amount of weight, you’re making great progress,” he told me.
I’m starting to like this guy and better yet I’m starting to trust him. In short, no horns this morning.
The dread and fear have vanished, and while it might not be visible yet I feel different, feel better. I was drinking as many as eight to 10 20-ounce bottles of Diet Coke a day and I’ve had three in a week (working toward zero) and gallons of water. Back at it at 7 a.m on Friday morning … and I’m looking forward to it.
Our Universities: Rules and Regulations
As organizations grow in size and complexity it is nearly impossible to muzzle the tendency to direct and/or control behavior by the promulgation of rules and regulations. Rules are often confused with rationality, objectivity, and fairness.
“No tendency is quite so strong in human nature as the desire to lay down rules of conduct for other people.”
William Howard Taft
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By Walter Wendler
In the next few decades the medical/healthcare bureaucracy will see cancerous growth. Eisenhower’s concerns regarding the military/industrial complex will look like a walk in the park by comparison. No matter your view of the Affordable Care Act, a.k.a. “Obama Care” or its intentions: Rules and regulations will proliferate. It will be inevitable, invasive and omnipresent; and a care crippling bureaucracy will be in full bloom. Process will trump service.
“The United States Congress, And Its Membership, Will Not Have To Abide By The Very Rules And Regulations That They Have Created For Us” declares an April 25, update from Chris Jacobs of the Galen Institute. He continues, “The Twitterverse exploded with outrage today, following last night’s Politico story indicating that congressional leadership have engaged in secret conversations attempting to craft an Obamacare waiver for Members of Congress and/or their staffs.”
According to the Wall Street Journal in a February 13, report, “Obama Care and the 29ers,” new rules will be contorting businesses into machinations to beat the system. “Welcome to the strange new world of small-business hiring under Obama Care. The law requires firms with 50 or more “full-time equivalent workers” to offer health plans to employees who work more than 30 hours a week. (The law says “equivalent” because two 15-hours-a-week workers equal one full-time worker.) Employers that pass the 50-employee threshold and don’t offer insurance face a $2,000 penalty for each uncovered worker beyond 30 employees. So by hiring the 50th worker, the firm pays a penalty on the previous 20 as well.”
For-every-action-there-is-an-equal-and-opposite-reaction, Newtonian management physics at work.
Government and its subsidiaries, national, state and local, don’t have the market cornered. Large private sector enterprise is not immune from the greasy slope of rules as a surrogate for responsibility.
Same tune, different song.
Universities are a good example. With increasing, albeit legitimate, oversight from state legislatures and university boards, campus executives scramble to propagate rules providing the appearance of fairness, efficiency, rationality, and growth.
Unfortunately, as will soon be evidenced in implementing Obama Care, the rules create a response that exhausts creativity with rule avoidance or subterfuge rather than purposeful mission. Results: The dazzling pyrotechnics of circumvention.
All smoke, no heat.
Universities face pressure to grow enrollment from an evaporating pool of high school graduates. New student headcount is the coveted gold standard. However, if new students are not able to perform, or are poorly motivated, the results of recruitment efforts appear positive but only for a season. The purpose of the university is lost in measures and rules that provide the apparition of success.
The Florida Board of Education lowered standards for high school testing, evidently inspired by No Child Left Behind. In a New York Times piece last October, Lizette Alvarez reported the intentions: “The end goal, they say, is that all students will be reading and doing math at grade level by 2023…” Talk about an apparition of success. The focus shifts from the high purpose of valuable service, to the low purpose of bureaucratic manipulation.
Taft was right.
Good physicians treat patients’ not policies, procedures or outcome reports. The same can be said for faculty or teachers. When rules become a substitute for purpose the enterprise has lost its way.
Principles in the head and heart of a principal must guide organizational behavior, not paper work. And leadership must state the principles and stand back. This empowering does not grow from applied rules, but from principled relationships: The glue that holds an organization together.
Rules don’t create rationality. The case of the “29er’s” is a look through the keyhole into world of rules run amok.
Our best universities operate transparently. Necessary rules, regulations and reporting are neat and trim. Poorly conceived rules suffocate attentive decision making. The well-intended bureaucratic nightmares we construct as a substitute for professionalism, reflection and thoughtful action, are just that.
Workout Session No. 3 – Father Time 1 – Muir 0
‘What was I thinking …?’
That comment went through my mind more than once Monday morning during my 7 a.m appointment with a personal trainer at Stark’s Total Body & Fitness in Benton.
Trying to be a dutiful and serious student I arrived at 6:15 and walked 3.5 miles on the treadmill prior to my appointment. I knew we had worked upper body on Friday so Monday I was going to work my legs.
‘No way he can hurt me working my legs,’ I thought as we started the hour-long routine.
I found out within minutes that my comment was a big miscalculation on my part.
I probably should back up a little and let you know that I started this six-month, three-day-per-week project on May 1 (last Wednesday) and had two sessions under my belt – two sessions I cruised through I should add.
Apparently – I found out the hard way – those were introductory sessions conducted by a nice young man named Stetson Browning. On Monday, some guy named Stetson ‘Pain-Nazi’ Browning was conducting the workout.
As for the question, ‘what was I thinking … ? The simple answer is, ‘obviously, I wasn’t.’
I’m certain that during the hour between 7 and 8 a.m. Stetson walked me through three reps of every possible leg exercise known to man and he even admitted that he made up a new one where he stood and pointed out quite directly if I let the RPMs on a stationary bicycle drop below 75. And it should be noted that this was about midway through the session when my legs were simultaneously burning like fire and feeling like jelly.
“You’ve got to experience the pain to accomplish this … and then you’re going to be alright,” he told me several times during the session.
And each time he would say that the thought that went through my mind was, ‘well … I’ve sure got the freaking pain thing figured out, as far as the accomplishments, well, that remains to be seen.”
But, I am competitive enough and also stubborn enough — and perhaps ‘stupid’ should be added — that I was bound and determined to finish the hour – if it killed me. And a couple times I thought it might.
A couple observations I made on a rainy, pain-filled Monday morning. First, it seems that Stetson is not good at math. You see, he would say we have 20 reps to do and I would start counting to myself and when I had 12 completed he would say, ‘OK, 12 more, 12 more, come on … you can do it.’ So, I learned today that sometimes 12 plus 12 is 20 sometimes.
Secondly, at my very lowest point during the hour I happened to look at Stetson and I could have sworn I saw some small horns protruding from his head. Perhaps it was the lighting or maybe I was hallucinating from the pain, but I could swear I saw it. I will clearly keep my eyes posted for that in future sessions.
As I stumbled (literally) through the final minutes, admittedly I was spent, busted, beat up and worn down when Stetson said we would finish with the one exercise I dread the most. While it might sound easy I urge you to try it. You get down in a prone position like you are going to do a push up and then you put your forearms down on the floor and hold your body weight off the floor for three, 60-second sets. It’s brutal, or at least for me it is.
As a broadcaster I have often mentioned in the final seconds of a close basketball game how long 10 seconds actually is and how much can take place in that time span. The final 10 seconds on the third rep Monday morning seemed to last about 5 minutes.
But, the bottom line is that I finished Session No. 3 and never quit.
“You’ve got to experience the pain to accomplish this … and then you’re going to be alright.”
Those words were in my head as I slowly trudged (and I mean slowly and trudged) to my truck. Maybe so, I thought, but the only thing I feel I accomplished today was Father Time kicking the ever-loving crap out of me.
But, I’m in it for the duration and my next session is Wednesday morning at 6 a.m. – that is if I can get out of bed.
Hey parents … your kid sucks
This comes from a blog, ‘Baseball Perspectives’ written by Colin Young, a former professional baseball player. I think it’s an interesting read. Please feel free to share your opinion.
Here’s the link.
Day 1: ‘I think I caught a glimpse of that staircase’
Every journey, we’re often reminded, begins with a single step. While it was certainly only a baby step, I took that first step Wednesday morning.
As I mentioned last week, after months and months of feeling worse and worse about gaining weight and my sedentary lifestyle I contacted Stark Total Body and Fitness and enlisted the help of a personal trainer. I was given the choice of a male of a female. I chose the male, simply because I didn’t want to cry like a little girl … in front of another little girl.
Warren Stark, owner of the facility, connected me with Stetson Browning. I’ve known Stetson and his family for a long time so it wasn’t like I was embarking on this journey to try and get in shape and lose weight with a total stranger.
We planned to kick this off on May 1 which is exactly six months to the day before my 60th birthday. I didn’t set any definitive goals but instead just vowed to work hard and to try and make as much progress I can during the next six months.
As the time approached for the May 1 early-morning kickoff I found myself experiencing a myriad of feelings that included intimidation, excitement, anxiousness, exhilaration and plain old panic. While I certainly had worries about failing and embarrassing myself, my biggest concern was this: how do you just flip a switch and start doing the right things. As I continued to ponder that and stew about doing all the wrong things and then waking up Wednesday morning to do all the right things I thought of my oldest daughter Lyndsay and her companion Ryan. You see, they have both battled addictions and have been very open and honest about their road to recovery – a recovery that involved flipping that switch I mentioned and getting through the first day of doing the right thing.
When I told Lyndsay about my ‘flip the switch’ feelings, she shared a quote with me that I had never hear before, but one that will I will always remember.
“Faith is taking the first step even when you can’t see the whole staircase,” she told me.
Those are words of wisdom, don’t you agree?
Being an early riser the idea of a 6 a.m appointment didn’t bother me, however the thought of a 6 a.m appointment with a personal trainer pretty much had me terrified as I drove to Starks. I arrived 15 minutes early, because as my dad said often: ‘if you’re five minutes early … you’re 10 minutes late.’
It’s one thing to be overweight and out of shape and a totally other thing to put it on display at a busy fitness center. As I walked from my truck to the front door I could see that Starks was quite busy but I sure couldn’t see that staircase. Regardless, I took the first step.
After the initial awkwardness passed the hour flew by as Stetson took me through a variety of weight-lifting exercises. And while that was going on we talked diet (nearly all mine is bad), dos and don’ts, good food vs. bad food, etc. While I plan to talk about the exercise regimen more as I move forward I’ll just say today that it was a good workout and I will probably be so sore I can’t get out of bed tomorrow. I will also say that I left Starks with a lot more spring in my step than when I entered.
And I think I even caught a glimpse of that staircase.
Franklin County Farm Bureau News
By J. Larry Miller
The warmer temperatures on Tuesday and Wednesday were certainly welcome and I was beginning to lose my confidence in Al Gore and global warming. There is still some concern as cooler temperatures are forecast this weekend. Corn that was planted almost 2 weeks ago has sprouted and is possibly going to make it.
April is the cruelest month,” the poet T.S. Eliott wrote in 1922, and it’s a judgment many nervous Illinois farmers might share in 2013.
The five-year average for corn planting is 40 percent. This year, with rain-saturated fields and cool soils, just 1 percent of the corn is in the ground, according to the weekly Illinois Weather and Crops report from the U.S. Department of Agriculture.
As of April 24, the month already had been the fourth-wettest in Illinois history, according to Jim Angel, state climatologist with the Illinois State Water Survey. The state average rain was 6.58 inches and within striking distance of the record 7.40 in April 2011, Angel said. April’s average is 3.77.
Farmers are not looking forward to the forecast for the rest of this week with lost of rain possible. Looks like it will be at least next week before much else can be done in the fields. But as a farmer there are always many things that need attention around the farm so inside work will get caught up during this time.
The 2nd Annual Franklin County Farm Bureau Antique Tractor Drive Josh Odom Memorial will be held on May 11th in conjunction with the Rend Lake Water Festival. The Young Leaders have been working diligently in getting local implement dealers to come and set up equipment on the parking lot across from McDonald’s in West City at the Rend Lake Plaza.
The tractor drive will begin with registration at 10:00 a.m. and leave Rend Lake Plaza at 10:30 to drive around the lake and enjoy the day. Right now the weather says we will have a high of 79 degrees which will be perfect weather for the event.
We still have plenty of room for entries for the antique tractors to participate – with a $10 entry fee that will get you a t-shirt and a fish dinner this is quite reasonable. The television show “Small Town, Big Deal” will be here filming for this event so Franklin County will be on national television and get some major recognition for all that we do. Let’s get as many tractors to participate as possible for a good showing.
For more information call the Franklin County Farm Bureau at (618) 435-3616 to reserve your space today.
Remember we are farmers working together. If we can help let us know.
Franklin County Farm Bureau News
By J. Larry Miller
Rainfall last week and last night is keeping planters on the sidelines and farmers anxious about getting serious about corn planting. I certainly would like to have drier conditions but the cool temperatures are of greater concern. Frost last Friday morning and possible frost on Thursday morning does not allow soils to warm and promote plant growth. An example is yards are not growing as fast because of the cool temperatures. Not that I want to mow more often!
The House of Representatives continued to try to find a way forward on gun issues this week. A bill was introduced earlier this week allowing concealed carry based on permits that may be issued. The amendment stated that applicants would apply for a concealed carry license to their County Sheriff, or if the person lives in Chicago to the Superintendent of Police. The Sheriff or Superintendent then may recommend to the Illinois State Police that the permit be approved if the person meets the requirements of the proposed law. Once approved by the Sheriff or Superintendent, the Illinois State Police then may issue a license to a person meeting the requirements of the proposed law. This amendment was reportedly modeled after New York’s current “may issue” concealed carry legislation and was opposed by the NRA. The bill was called for a vote, but only received 31 yes votes, well below the total needed for passage.
Following the failure of the “may issue” concealed carry legislation, proponents of less restrictive concealed carry legislation introduced an amendment to HB 997. The amendment states that a permit for concealed carry shall be issued if a person meets the requirements of the law, among which include training requirements, a valid FOID card, and no prohibition from owning or possessing a gun under State or Federal law. The bill provides several restrictions on where a person with a concealed carry permit may carry a gun, including not carrying a gun into a courthouse, into a meeting of a unit of local government, into a school without the consent of school authorities, and other restrictions. The fee for a concealed carry license is set by the bill at $100, with the money used to support the Illinois State Police’s administration of the proposed law and to support a Mental Health Reporting Fund to enforce mental health firearms prohibitions. The amendment was supported by the NRA.
Because the amendment to HB 997 preempts home rule, not allowing home rule units of government to regulate concealed carry, the bill needs a supermajority of 71 votes to pass per the Illinois Constitution. The amendment was called for a vote late on Thursday evening, but received only 64 yes votes. A parliamentary procedure was used to place the bill on “postponed consideration”, meaning the bill is still alive and can be called at a later date.
In the Senate there have been negotiations, led by Sen. Raoul and Sen. Bivins, on the issue. It has been reported that details of a possible proposal will be released soon, most likely before next week’s Senate Third Reading deadline.
The issues surrounding concealed carry and gun control issues continue to develop at a rapid pace. Concealed carry and other gun issues will receive more discussion and attention in the weeks to come. IFB continues to express our support for legislation that authorizes concealed carry through an appropriate application process and oppose legislation creating more stringent gun control laws. HB 997 is on Third Reading in the House. IFB supports HB 997 and other amendments that support firearm rights and opposes those that limit firearm rights.
Remember we are farmers working together. If we can help let us know.
“Old age ain’t for sissies” – a new journey begins
“Old age ain’t for sissies.”
That particular quote is attached to a sign at my doctor’s office. I read it, and of course agree with it, on my infrequent trips to see my much younger doctor. It seems that at some point on each visit he always begins a sentence like this: ‘Well, Jim … men your age…
And while I label myself ‘disgustingly healthy’ I understand that the ‘men your age’ line is just a subtle way for him to remind me that Father Time is marching on and that I’m not quite as young as I used to be.
I have never been one to worry and fret about age. Turning 30 was a piece of cake, 40 was even easier and I didn’t flinch at 50. When I turned 55 it had a little different feel to it, mainly I thought, because I started drawing a pension from 20 years with the UMWA. Much to the dismay of my children, I celebrated age 55 with my first-ever tattoo. See, even old, grey-haired conservatives can get a little wild once in awhile!
But, when 2013 rolled in and I took a good look at the calendar I realized that this would be the year that I turn 60. Wow, I thought, that’s got a completely different sound to it – the sound of old.
And on top of turning 60 I also find myself overweight, out of shape and pretty much leading a sedentary lifestyle. Even though I work 70-80 hours a week it’s all done from the seat of my pants. Couple that with odd work hours and a penchant for late night cheeseburgers, nacho platters and potato chips and you get the picture.
I have spent the first few months of this year in somewhat of a dilemma, knowing I needed to do something but not knowing for sure what. I know I need to diet and exercise but can’t seem to get that quick start that could keep me going. As many of you know, excuses not to do the right thing are many and quite easy to find. And staying in front of the television or the computer is so much easier than making the trek to the fitness center or to the treadmill where many of my clothes hang. I can’t count the Sunday nights I’ve gone to bed thinking that Monday morning I would turn over a new leaf and start doing better. After all, like Dr. Latta likes to remind me … ‘men your age.’
However, those ‘Monday Morning Miracle Turnarounds’ normally last until about midday on Tuesday and I would quickly backslide to my old habits. In short, I decided I had two options – I could either continue on my current path or try to improve my health. And since I’m miserable on my current path I chose option two. But, how to get it done remained the question.
In recent weeks I have been tossing around an idea and this week I put it into action. I realized that I need somebody to help me figure out what I need to do – both diet and exercise.
So, I contacted Warren Stark at Stark Total Body Fitness, in Benton and told him that I needed a personal trainer and that I wanted to document what took place on each visit and post it on my website and Facebook. I explained that I turn 60 on November 1 and I wanted to start on May 1 – which gives me exactly six months to see what I can accomplish. He loved the idea and from there he got Stetson Browning — a personal trainer at Stark’s and a personable young man from Benton — involved and a plan was quickly put into place.
I met with Stetson and he explained what we would be doing in the way of exercising, weights, diet, nutrition, etc. He talked about the things I would have to quit (including my Diet Coke) and how much better I was going to feel in short order. His enthusiasm for what I am trying to accomplish was off-the-charts and contagious. He told me that he had never had anybody quit … which of course put a little more pressure on me not to be the first. And the fact that I will be documenting my three-time-weekly sessions adds even more pressure. But, most importantly he made me feel like I could succeed – with his help.
As I left Stark’s, brimming with confidence that I was about to venture out on a new and exciting journey I thought of one of my favorite quotes from Michael Jordan, who said: ‘I can accept failure, everyone fails at something. But I can’t accept not trying.’
To me, failure is not doing anything so I’ve decided I am going to try! I am going to spend the last six months of my 59th year trying to improve my health, fitness and hopefully create a new lifestyle change. And I am going to (hopefully) take you along for the ride.
The journey begins at 6 a.m. Wednesday, May 1. Stay tuned!
It’s a cultural issue … not a gun control issue
(NOTE: I wrote this column last December, the day after 20 children and six teachers were killed at Sandy Hook Elementary School. After the Senate on Wednesday rejected a plan to expand background checks for gun buyers I went back and re-read this column. I haven’t changed my mind, I’m glad the legislation failed and I still maintain that it’s a cultural issue and not a gun control issue. Please add your thoughts … and be nice. JM)
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‘The red line of the unthinkable has been moved again.’
Those 10 poignant words by a psychologist discussing the massacre of 26 people – 20 of them six and seven-year-old children – at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, Connecticut, sums up the world that we live in nowadays.
This event coupled with a never-ending 24-hour news loop on cable television prompts the same reaction that we have become accustomed to when there is yet another mass killing – revulsion, anger, fear, dread and the inevitable finger-pointing about why.
The bodies of the victims had not been identified on Friday before suggestions on how to prevent another mass shooting started. Talking heads on television, people on message boards and of course politicians always looking to further their cause and re-election all had a variety of answers on how to make life in the 21st Century safe.
And of course passing tougher and more stringent gun control measures is as always at the top of the list. Others want to have an armed security guard at every school in America while some believe that arming school officials and teachers is the answer. Others say add prayer back to our schools and these horrific mass killings will stop.
While all these issues merit discussion I believe attempting to find an answer to what is happening in our country lies much deeper.
Let me explain.
Several years ago I wrote a series of columns about what I called the subtle erosion of America. Certainly, this point of view will be looked at by some as simplistic because I’m from a generation that grew up before Columbine, West Paducah, Pearl and now Newtown.
The way this erosion works is a simple two-step process. You see, what once shocked us and made us gasp and recoil in horror now barely merits a raised eyebrow. What once was considered perverse and bizarre is now considered the norm. And what once was looked at as outlandish, unheard of and over-the-top is now considered to merely be routine.
And this has happened because a silent majority has failed to speak up and voice their opinion and take action when necessary.
The second step in this erosion takes place when every person that does have the courage to offer a differing view is quickly shouted down and labeled as judgmental, moralistic and bigoted … and, of course let’s not forget the pet word of those leading this erosion – intolerant. Not wanting to meet the wrath of this group, who by the way, might be the most intolerant and judgmental crowd that exists, most people do as they’re told and shut up.
And that’s allowed the erosion to take place, one small step at a time. The direct result of this erosion is that we are now a country where God has been booted from the courthouse, the schoolhouse and virtually every other aspect of life. After all, we’ve been told, we must be tolerant and not offend anybody.
Now, here we are in 2012 looking for reasons why a 20-year-old man who has no conscious or value of life could open fire at close range on a group of innocent babies. While all the arguments being tossed out might be symptoms of what is taking place the disease that is causing young men to kill at will I believe, is a cultural issue.
Consider this.
During this erosion we have allowed a culture where a generation of young people have embraced songs that talk about killing, rape and shooting police officers and its celebrated as freedom of expression.
We have allowed a culture of violent video games where people are massacred and slaughtered and these are then gobbled up by parents for their childrens’ entertainment and as a babysitter. Again, freedom of expression.
We have allowed a culture where children think reality television is real, where teen pregnancy is glamorized, where a gangsta lifestyle is a goal for some and where 90-plus percent of what is on television is trash and not fit for any eyes, let alone the eyes of troubled young people.
We live in a culture where small children are routinely given anti-depressants and psychotropic drugs even though the effects of those drugs are many times violent, irrational and unpredictable behavior. We live in a culture where mental illness is still talked about in hushed tones and in many instances completely overlooked. Out of sight … out of mind, right? Well, out of sight that is until a mentally ill person opens fire in a first grade classroom.
In short, what shattered the tranquil setting of the small New England town of Newtown is a cultural issue caused by the erosion of America and no amount of gun control legislation or armed security guards can protect any of us from a deranged shooter hell-bent on killing. Shootings in malls, movie theaters, crowded street corners and even churches is proof of that. Ironically, the morning after the shooting I read a story in the Chicago Tribune with the headline: 10 people including four teens shot overnight on South Side.’ And Chicago has the strictest gun laws in the nation.
As a footnote, let me add that I think the prayer in school issue certainly adds irony to what has taken place in Newtown. In my life I have watched as God was literally booted out of the schoolhouse by a small minority of people – part of the erosion of America group. And again this erosion has taken place because the majority stood back and allowed it to happen. And perhaps the Christian community is the most at fault because they have sat on their collective hands and ‘shut up’ as they were told.
But, isn’t it ironic that nearly every comment and every plea from everybody involved in the Newtown massacre has asked that the victims of this horrific and senseless act be remembered in prayers. I also found it interesting that when the crazed gunman was in the building that teachers and children turned to God and prayer to protect them and in the days since the killings there have been countless prayer vigils. There used to be a saying that stated ‘there are no atheists in foxholes.’ I guess the 21st Century version of that is that ‘there are no atheists in schools and its OK to pray in the classroom when a deranged gunman is hunting for somebody to shoot.’
Gun control, armed guards, armed school administrators, prayer in schools and beefed up security are all items that merit attention but only after the cultural issue — the root of this problem — is addressed. Because, if this is life in the 21st Century there is no place of safety that exists and God help us all.
If we continue on the path we are on, as horrific as it is to imagine, that ‘red line of the unthinkable’ will move again one day – because the erosion will continue and it will happen.