Poetry

The target of poetry is the soul. The goal is to attract the soul like a flower attracts a butterfly. But sometimes it is a thistle on which the butterfly lands. Who can predict the pattern of a butterfly’s flit? Poetry changes our flit plans, not always predictably.





Sunday, June 06, 2004

New Religious Middle

Here is the promised whatever it is. (It is back in the archives but I do not know how to link that way yet.)
Whoee -- Maybe I do - click on "it" above and scroll down. Nevermind my childish exhuberance, just read it below:

A History of the New Religious Middle
(How to find the Right party without being Left out in the cold.)

It was the time before time. Well, that may be a bit too dramatic but it has all the catch of "it was the winter of our discontent." Say, come to think of it that was it; The Winter of Our Discontent. On the other hand that phrase is one of those that used once exhausts its power so I decided not to open this piece with it which as the reader will note I did not although I have pretty sneakily tossed it in so now I've effectively rammed this whole introduction about six feet under. So as I said, It was the time before time.
We wanted to start a whole new political concept. The old continuum from liberal to conservative was too uncomfortable, like being in a shooting war as an enemy and an ally of both sides. We tried for years to carry on the battle from between the armies in no man's land but got awfully tired of fighting the flack shot by both sides. It was like being caught in the center of a Chicago street with two rival gangs trying to even a score neither side could really add up.

We held to values that in a two party system seemed mutually exclusive. We believed there were absolutes; principles that would never change. To us there was such a thing as unchanging truth. Absolutes made sense because we all believed in God who revealed that He would never change. When He said love was good it would always be good. When He said I Am, He would always be I Am, the God who is, present tense, forever. So when we entered the public forum we always found ourselves saying conservative sounding things like, "We hold these truths to be self evident that all men were created equal..." And then we found that it was a pretty Liberal stance in its original context. Some of us were a little more blunt about our conservative values: "My Bible says that God will judge a people who oppress the poor!" And then, lo and behold as we espoused our conservative absolutes (like caring for the poor) we discovered that all of them fit over on this century's liberal side. Consternation and confusion!
Ah but then over time we realized a mediating principle: We were to be always calling the nation back to the faith of our fathers but not necessarily to the ways of our fathers. We denied the post-modern conclusion that truth is relative to the times but espoused their observation that the interpretations and applications of truth are tied to time. The eternal, absolute principles were to be fresh to us every morning. They never changed but the way they applied to each new culture changed. Over time the Lords Table became the altar rail, became the anxious bench, became the arena floor became the side prayer room, became the "would you like to pray?" after the Four Spiritual Laws. Now it is, “IMHO Jesus Saves.” The principle that a man needs to have a face to face hand-shaking kind of experience of God is an absolute that has never changed. But different cultures, denominations, personalities, revivals of religion, have found the experience in different ways. So then we were often like the Right, valuing the old values, looking backward for our definitions of right and wrong, believing that they did not change. And we were also often like the Left, calling for new ways, new applications recognizing that many behaviors could cover one Truth, and that one Truth could have many applications even in one society.

So, there we were. What to do? Suddenly we saw the answer on the computer screen before us. Just a small adjustment and the whole political world as we knew it would change. We took the center of the Liberal - Conservative spectrum about twenty rows straight down (on the PC) to a safer spot. There was a collective sigh from the group around the terminal. The artists loved the triangularity, and the theologians thought it looked so . . . trinitarian. As usual the apologists reserved their praise noting a certain cabalistic element in the design. It was a "contrinuum," or a "spectrime" if you please. The "two's company" ole buddy days of "right" and "left" were over. All hailed the stability of the third leg. And then somebody said, "How are we going to let the other two legs know we're here?"

A name! That's it, a name. Something pithy that says it all.

So here we are still needing some help. We have boiled our ideas down into five names that might fit. (There were five of us in the discussion.) Here they are: the Versatile Immobile Party, the Protean Permanence Party, the Evolutionary Immutablity Party, The Quicksilver Stability Party and the Chameleon Leopard Party.

What do you think?

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