10 Thoughts on the Declaration of Independence
It’s the 4th of July and you know what that means! Wait, do we know what that means?
Of course, it means barbecues, parades, rodeos, and fireworks. Duh!
But what does it really mean? Yes, we know it is Independence Day, but what does that mean?
A couple weeks ago Jeff got up in the middle of the night to discover his wife, sitting in a rocking chair, reading the Declaration of Independence.
Pregnancy makes us do crazy things.
Actually, for the last couple months I’ve been endeavoring to grow as a teacher, going through a self-paced process recommended by some folks from Leadership Education. First, you simply immerse yourself in the classics processing what you learn. Then, you’re instructed to read The Declaration of Independence, looking up any words or ideas that are unclear, and then write about 10 ideas that strike you as interesting, and discuss those with two other people.
Hence my midnight reading materials.
It just so happened that this was right before the 4th of July, so it was the perfect opportunity to discuss this document with our kids. So, last night, over dinner, Jeff and I jumped in, and we enjoyed a spirited conversation about life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
Though I had no intention of this being a blog post, I thought I’d share it here, because it really was a worthwhile discussion as a family. So often we observe or celebrate the current cultural expression of a holiday, rather than taking the time to learn about the event itself. So, in case you want a quick brush-up on what this day is all about, consider a quick read of The Declaration of Independence, which was formally adopted by the Continental Congress 242 years ago today.
Here are the 10 things I found most interesting:
- “Self-evident: That all men are created equal”: Humans have been created. A Divine, intelligent Creator has fashioned and formed each and every human being on the planet, and has bestowed WORTH on them. This worth is not based on their IQ, appearance, or geographic location. They may grow to become more or less valuable to society, based on whether they are virtuous contributors or wicked destroyers, but at their core, each one has been created equally, with worth each equivalent to another. This means the unborn baby with downs syndrome, the handicapped child, the elderly, the deaf or blind, that all have equal value.
- “Endowed by their Creator”: This worth is given to them by God. God IS the Creator. Without recognition of the Creator, a higher Creative Intelligent power that endows us with worth, we are left to our own estimations of worth and value. We make ourselves God. This worth, this equality, cannot be taken because it has been endowed not by man, but by God.
- “Unalienable”: Like a birthright, this worth, this equality is something that cannot be bought or sold, stolen or confiscated. These rights cannot be taken away or denied.
- “Right to Life”: The most basic human right is the right to live. After recognizing a Divine Creator, who alone endows worth and value and rights, it only follows that we yield to that Creator and recognize that that which He gives life to, we have no right to extinguish. Just as I have no right to enter another man’s property and burn down his house, because it does not belong to me, I have no right to take away the life of someone who belongs to God, our Creator.
- “Right to Liberty”: Nowadays, we use the word freedom more than liberty, but they are the same thing. Throughout the gospels, we read that Christ came to set free the captives. For freedom Christ has set us free. The Creator, in fact, chose, as the distinguishing characteristic of his Creation—FREE WILL. Without free will, true love, obedience, intimacy, courage, none of these things could be. Without freedom there is no opportunity for virtue. Coercion cannot produce true fruitfulness and godliness and virtue. Only by allowing free will, that is liberty, are we given the most precious opportunity of all: To choose Christ, to choose love, to choose obedience, to choose virtue, to choose good, to choose what is right.
- “Right to the Pursuit of Happiness”: This, of course, is the least clear of the unalienable rights. What is “happiness” – I suppose it is the pursuit of peace, stability, comfort, security, the pursuit of non-enmity with God and others. Bibically speaking, It is Shalom. And since it is the right of all, then our own right to pursue happiness extends only so far as that it does not impede someone else’s pursuit of happiness. That is, in order for this “right” to be effective, we have to think collectively, recognizing that some “happiness” may lead to another’s harm, so the obligation of a society is to pursue those happy ends which mean happiness for all, as much as possible not causing the harm of others in that pursuit.
- “Governments are instituted to secure these rights”: This is the purpose of government: To secure and protect the unalienable rights of the governed. That LIFE is first and foremost to be protected. That FREEDOM is then to be protected. And that we protect the people’s right to pursue happiness, within the confines of what contributes to the happiness of others as well. In other words, the government’s power is FROM the people and FOR the people.
- “Safety and Happiness”: The form of government shall be determined based on what will best provide, by the consent of the people, Safety and Happiness. In short, what will allow the governed people to thrive. To be kept alive, safe, and free. Happiness cannot thrive where life is not secured, happiness cannot thrive where constant threat is present. Happiness best thrives where basic needs are met and relative security and safety is ensured.
- “Appealing to the Supreme Judge of the world”: Yes! How wise to recognize that there is One Judge, ultimately. That all efforts and wars and revolutions must bow the knee to this One Judge and recognize that all authority and power comes from Him, and He is ultimately the only One who can judge right and wrong. All true justice comes from Him.
- “With a firm reliance on the protection of Divine Providence”: Far from being a declaration of their independence from God, this document is an affirmation of their dependence on God. They use the word “reliance” rather than “dependence” but it is the same idea. They recognized that ultimately their protection, favor, and justice would come from God alone, the Creator who had given them equality and worth, so they reaffirmed this reliance even as they made a stand against Great Britain. As I read this document, I do not detect a spirit of arrogance or superiority, but one of reasonable evidence and a humble recognition that God is the ultimate Judge and Protector.
How about you? What strikes you about this document? Happy fourth of July and thanks for reading!
PS 39-weeks today! Justice is coming! I welcome prayers for a smooth and blessed delivery!
Learning to Listen
“If one gives an answer before he hears, it is his folly and shame.” —Proverbs 18:13
This last week, I was so grateful for good doctors, midwives actually, who listen. Every time I go to my prenatal appointment, they sit, patiently and attentively, and listen. They ask questions, take notes, and make every effort to understand. Only then do they dispense diagnoses, prescriptions, or advice. Then at the end of each appointment, they always ask, “Do you have any questions at all? Is there anything else you wanted to talk about today?” I always leave feeling heard, understood, and cared for. I’m so grateful!
The Proverb above is one of the most oft-repeated in our home. Since Dutch was little, it’s been a go-to reminder that an over-eagerness to respond, answer, jump to conclusions, or advise, without listening first is a folly and shame.
Recently I was on my way to meet with someone, and on the way there I was considering what to pray for. It struck me afresh, what I really needed was understanding. “Lord, help me to really listen and really understand.” What I need, always, is the ability to actually understand where someone is coming from. Indeed, isn’t it the most frustrating feeling to have someone jump in, cut you off, finish your sentences (off-base), or brush off your words, thinking they already understand what you mean or feel?
Maybe it’s just me, but it can be a frustrating feeling. And I know I do it. I remember years ago reading a great book on how the importance of leaders learning to be good listeners. They nailed it when the authors explained that the goal is not to “be a good listener,” the goal is to understand others.
While it might seem like splitting hairs, one goal is self-focused, it’s centered on self, and as long as we’re centered on self, we’ll never learn to truly understand, empathize, and wisely counsel others. But if we can forget about our blessed selves, and not care whether or not we are a “good listener” but instead get busy putting all our effort into seeking understanding, we are well on our way to being a good spouse, counselor, confidant, and friend.
Recently, I had the privilege of listening in while several of Jeff’s friends affirmed him. He has some pretty amazing friends, so it was quite an experience, and I found myself wanting to say, “Yeah! What they said! I think that too I just can’t articulate it that well!” But the essence of what they were saying, which is remarkably high praise, was that Jeff actually listens and cares. He wants things for you, not just from you. He doesn’t dispense life-advice, assuming he knows what you need, he takes the time to hear, and, whenever possible, understand. I can attest—he does indeed do this well.
And I want to grow in it too. Just as it would be preposterous for you to walk into a doctor’s office, and before you said a word the doctor was already writing out a prescription, so it is equally inappropriate when we assume we know what other people need, or feel, without taking the time to truly hear them. To listen, and, Lord willing, to understand. Of course, to understand isn’t to agree; this practice certainly doesn’t mean we affirm every thought, habit, feeling, or behavior, but how much more effective is exhortation (and correction) when it has come slowly, only after thorough listening, caring, hearing.
The same principle can be applied to current events, politics, news, how we view the world. How often we jump to conclusions on some issue based on a headline, a Facebook post, a tweet. What if we were slower to take a hard stance, until we really did our due diligence to listen to the matter, to take the stance of a humble learner, rather than an already-expert.
Of course that’s just it, right? Listening takes humility. It takes humility to suspend judgment, to hear, to learn, to seek to understand. It’s so much quicker and easier to assume! But how blessed would be our marriages, friendships, churches, communities, if we all heeded this one simple Proverb: “If one gives an answer before he hears, it is his folly and shame.”
{Endeavoring to grow in this, with you. Thanks for reading.}
F O R T Y
I remember, so clearly, being about 8 years old, and attending the 40th birthday party of our friend and pastor, Paul Hunter. All the balloons were black with “Over the Hill” printed on them. It was a great party, but I remember asking my mom, “What does ‘over the hill’ mean?” She explained, something about being done with the first half of your life, and my little mind filled in the rest. That means…
…the rest is downhill?
Yes, I was a sensitive child, but this distinctly bothered me. My own dad was several years older than Paul. Did this mean he was already on a steep descent? How could this be?
My, how things have changed. At least, in my perspective. Forty is young! True, I never dreamed that we’d celebrate Jeff’s 40th birthday today by anticipating the imminent birth of our baby (!), but I dare say there is nothing downhill about this man. He’s a climber, a fighter, a victor. No matter what physical strength comes and goes, his spirit is full of vim and vigor.
I have been struck this past year by this simple realization:
What the world values will decrease with age.
What God values can increase with age.
Charisma will wane. Stuff starts to sag. Jeff won’t always be the fastest guy in the race. I dare say my most beautiful days have long gone by.
But Jeff, my love, you are most definitely a more godly, wise, humble, courageous, selfless, faithful, and admirable man than you were 15 years ago when I pledged my life to be your wife.
But here’s the thing, and this is what makes me admire you the most:
This growth of godliness-with-age does not happen automatically.
Youthful foolishness, left unchecked, simply snowballs into aged foolishness.
It takes true strength not to become “set in one’s ways” but to grow in grace, humility, teachability, wisdom. It’s a trajectory of Christlikeness that will only increase with age.
Jeff, I see this trajectory in you.
Here you are: As I type these words I am sick in bed, sad and frustrated that I’m too sick to do much to celebrate your birthday. Most of our weekend plans have fallen through. I’m enormously pregnant, with a list of ailments as long as my leg and wishing I was a more fun wife for you right now. Not only that, but you are still recovering from a concussion! But instead of looking inward, you have selflessly, joyfully, and tirelessly served me. As we speak you are outside scrubbing the patio furniture because you know it would bless me. You are BBQing your own birthday dinner because I’m curled up on the couch. You are offering to attend to the ginormous rat that Dutch and his friend caught, but goodness knows I want nothing to do with it. You are keeping the kids outside so it can be quiet in here. And you are periodically checking on me, to see if I’m ok.
What man does that?
You. Because that’s what Jesus could probably have done, and every day you are growing more and more into his likeness.
It’s bittersweet today, I know. It’s not only your 40th birthday, it’s Father’s Day.
And it’s your first Father’s Day without your father.
And you are preaching and leading a church and a family today and recognizing milestones and preparing for a new baby and grieving the loss of your beloved dad. And just like that Little House episode we watched this week…we honor those we have lost by living in such a way that they would be proud.
I dare say you are doing just that. Your dad was always proud of you, and you continue to live in a way that would make him prouder than ever:
A wise son makes a glad father (Prov. 15:20).
He’d be gladder than ever to see you today.
And so, my love: Happy 40th birthday.
{May we all grow in wisdom, and make our Heavenly Father glad. Thanks for reading.}
When you feel like growling at God…
We were caught off guard the first time it happened. Our sweet, happy, laid back, never-barked-before dog lunged forward and growled at the little girl slowly approaching. Say what?!
She must have just been caught off guard, we thought. Give it time.
But it got worse. For the first week she was here, she was an angel. Happy to see everyone. Never barked. Absolutely fell in love with Heidi and adoringly followed her everywhere she went. I was so thrilled for her. After 18-mos of hoping and praying for a dog, Heidi had a newfound confidence, happily trotting off into the woods on her own, exploring, adventuring, happily sitting on the deck for hours, reading a book curled up next to her new furry best friend. Everything seemed perfect.
Then the growling increased. Not at us. Never at us. But at strangers. A couple days later she was downright snarling at any little unsuspecting visitors. But then when it was just our family she was her docile, sweet self, rolling on her back gleefully while Heidi snuggled up beside her. I figured it would get better, but then … a dear friend came by and in a split second, before we knew what was happening, she bit their poor little girl.
We were horrified. My friend was so gracious, but needless to say we were all upset, the poor little girl was terrified, and as soon as they left Heidi and I started sobbing. I knew what this meant—her new best friend could not stay. Our home has to be safe for visitors of all ages. Her answer to prayer was unraveling right before our eyes.
Now, I get that sometimes our emotional response seems extreme. But just the day before Jeff had been hit by a truck while riding his bike, so we were already dealing with a concussion, recovery, and some emotional upheaval, I’ve had insomnia so I hadn’t slept well in weeks, and I’m 8-mos pregnant (hello hormones!) … it was just the perfect storm. Heidi and I curled up together on the couch and cried.
And silently, I started growling at God.
I mean growling. See, my girl is something precious to me. She’s got faith like nobody’s business and she prays like she believes because she does. As long as she’s been able to clasp her hands together that girl has prayed for healing for her grandma.
And it hasn’t happened. Day after day, year after year she has prayed. And more times than I can count she has cried to me, late at night, “Why doesn’t God answer?!”
Oh sweet girl, I don’t know.
She prayed fervently for a little sibling, then was devastated by both miscarriages. (Thank you, Father for Justice! We believe he is coming!)
She prayed fervently for a pet, and in the meantime lost 3 cats, and now has adopted (and adored) two different dogs only to lose them both.
I know in the grand scheme these are small things, but it just felt like too much for her poor little heart. Especially considering we’ve also had four family deaths in the last two years. It just felt like every time we turned around someone or something was lost. It’s easier to not have something than to have it and lose it, again and again and again.
“Why?! God, why are you set on crushing her heart?! It feels like you are dead-set on destroying all trace of faith she has! Why are you doing this to her?! First my mom. Then the babies. Then the cats. Now the dogs. Why are you breaking her heart?!”
Silently, I growled.
I clutched my girl in my arms, wiping her tears. Hers slowly subsided but mine only increased. I couldn’t stop it, I was just overwhelmed with loyalty to her, wanting her happy, wanting an answer to prayer for her, so desperately wanting her to have something she prayed for.
I wrapped my arms around her, instinctively, protectively, guarding her…
Guarding her?
From what?
From … God?
I’d say guarding her from disappointment, from pain, from sorrow, from loss.
But could I be over-guarding her? So much so that I was actually growling at and guarding her from God?
A good friend texted, suggesting that I research the breed of dog and see if aggression was common.
Turns out, they are super happy, kid-friendly dogs…but over time, when they have a beloved owner they can become so loyal they’re over-protective, to the point of extreme aggression toward any perceived threat.
Loyal and over-protective? Extreme aggression toward any perceived threat?
Was I reading about Australian Shepherds or … me?
I had just been reading a book about raising daughters, and grappling with the reality of allowing God full access to my girl, even if it meant pain.
What’s interesting is: these dogs only act fierce “when they perceive themselves as ‘top dog’—that is, when they think it is their responsibility to guard and protect their owner.”
Do I think of myself as “top dog” around here? Do I really think it is up to me to guard my daughter from all perceived threats? Do I think I’m that important? That capable?
Do I think I’m God?
I opened my Bible. Psalm 33:20-21 was underlined from this morning’s reading,
“Our soul waits for the LORD; for He is our help and our shield. For our heart is glad in Him, because we trust in His holy name.”
Do I believe HE is our shield? Do I trust His holy name? Or do I think I am the help? That I am the shield?
I turned the page:
“The LORD is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit” (Ps. 34:18).
I want to guard my daughter from many things, but not from nearness to God. I do not wish broken-heartedness on her, on anyone, but I know that He loves her more than I can comprehend, and is working all things for her good, better than I could ever hope to. I have to believe this. He is top dog, and He will do the guarding. That is not my job. I am to pray, to guide, to counsel, and then … to trust.
To believe what I say, right here in this book, about disappointment. That God works it all, in the end, for glorious fulfillment.
I never, ever, ever, want to guard her from that.
{On the twisty, windy journey of faith with you. Thanks for reading.}
*BTW: We are all fine. Heidi’s furry buddy went back to his previous owners, and she handled it like a champ. I cried more than her! She actually wrote me a bday card saying, “We are all sorry to see Grizzly leave, but I’m sure she’ll be happy wherever she is…thank you for all the love and support you’ve given me. God has a plan!” And last night she told me, “Now remember, Mommy, no more tears!” Haha, 9-years-old and she’s basically discipling me these days. 😉 Jeff is recovering well, we have much to be grateful for.
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