Know Jack #398 I Object!

 “A dogmatic belief in objective value is necessary to the very idea of a rule which is not tyranny or an obedience which is not slavery.”

C.S. Lewis, The Abolition of Man

“Follow the science” was the mantra of the pandemic Of course, it was a lie. However, like good lies, it had a whiff of truth and sounded intellectual, progressive, and modern. Objective data was suppressed in favor of subjective reasoning to sell an agenda, and it was labeled science.

Call me a conspiracy theorist, but the fact is the government conducted a successful experiment in bending the nation to its will without questioning its wisdom or methods. That was the recipe for acts of tyranny that forced families apart, confined people to their homes, and shuttered businesses. Like slaves, people complied.

In the words of an old rock and roll song:

“A thousand pictures can be drawn from one word, only who is the artist, we got to agree. A thousand miles can lead so many ways, just to know who is driving, what a help it would be.

Objective values invite questions and grow stronger under investigation. Yet, so much of the “news” we see and so much of what our government promotes cannot be questioned. We came close to having a government agency tasked with monitoring and preventing resistance to the current administration’s social agenda which is built on subjective data.

When peace and safety are greater priorities than truth, the door is thrown wide open to anything that is promised to produce them. People become blind to the fact that the only viable means to produce peace and safety is to introduce tyranny—force people to comply with slavish obedience “for their own good”. In the end, even this does not work.

However you may judge the founders of our country, they hit upon an objective truth demonstrated by human history, we are endowed with a yearning for life, liberty, and the ability to work for our own happiness. Those things are our rights as human beings.

Maranatha

 “The heavens declare the glory of God, and the firmament sheweth his handiwork…there is no speech nor language, where their voice is not heard.”

Psalm 19

Step away from the dull haze of city lights to a night sky lit only by an innumerable company of stars. Leave the concrete jungle behind and climb into the pine-scented mountains. When you arrive, stop, be still, look, and listen. God is speaking.

“He that has ears to hear, let him hear.”

The idea of God comes easily when gazing out on the awe-inspiring beauty of our world and the stars beyond. We cannot linger there long before life begins to call us away. Duties, jobs, and commitments have their voices too. Sadly, admiring God’s handiwork does not supply us with food or shelter. (Though God has been known to send ravens by with food.)

We must leave, but we do not have to leave God there. That look into God’s creation is only a seed. The decision about what grows from it is left to us. God has in mind a life that He desires for us. He wants the best for us. However, He will not force it upon us.

I will tell you this, the seed of belief is not enough. Neglected, it will not grow, it will not flower and bear fruit. You believe in God—so does the devil. I dare say Lucifer’s belief in God is stronger than yours. Yet, no one thinks the devil is the better for his belief.

It is an all too handy God that can be left behind in the woods to inspire us when we deign to visit or call upon Him in times of distress. Such a God will not intrude when we want to do something shady and if He should, He is easily brushed aside as too judgmental.

Read on into the psalm, the revelation of God displayed in His creation is also a warning. The Creator is not neutral nor indifferent. The awe-inspired glance is not to be simply admired. It is to be acted upon.

“Come unto me, all ye that labor and, are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.”

Maranatha

Know Jack #397 Caught Dead in Deadwood

 “Damn you. Take that!”

Jack McCall to Wild Bill Hickok

I just returned from Wild Deadwood Reads, an author’s book fair that takes place each June in Deadwood, South Dakota. For me, the event was as mercurial as my personality. If you know Jack, you know that’s about par for the course. The conclusion of the matter is that I want to go back next year.

Life is for learning, so I’ll do things a little differently next time. That too is the usual course for those like me who want to see what’s over the next hill without peeking first to see what may be lurking there.

I did enjoy the opportunity to read one of my stories on Friday night. I wrote that particular story knowing that I was going to Deadwood. It’s about a writer who goes to Deadwood for a book signing and stumbles into an adventure of sorts.

After almost dying from a heart attack at the book signing, my hero finds himself playing poker with the dead men from the other stories as the murder of Hickok takes place anew. There is also a short bit of history about the title, Dead Man’s Hand.

This isn’t meant to be an advertisement for the book. It’s more a look at how I, as a writer, find ideas and participate in the story. More often than not, my stories begin with a vision. In my mind’s eye, I “see” a bit of the story unfold. What triggers the vision varies.

It can be a song. New Mother Nature and She’s Not There came together in Lady on the Edge (not published yet). It can come from a sight accompanied by a little voice that says, “Hey, what if…”. My little Schnauzer, HyDee, yapping at the door inspired Bayou Moon. Titan refusing to walk the lake trail with me opens the story The Ghoul Next Door. Other times, the inspiration is actually a vision. That is, I see it happen much like watching a movie. Ed Landry waking up in a Love’s parking lot at the start of Blood Moon was like that. So too was the opening of the yet unpublished Trails of Trouble. That one had me stumped about what came next until my grandson’s third-grade story brought it together.

I’m not sure whether or not the process of starting a story is purely egotistical, but it does require a personal connection. I am sure it’s all in my head and I’m okay with that.

Maranatha

Know Jack #396 About Face! Charge!

 “We’re not retreating, we’re just advancing in a different direction.”

Gen. Oliver Smith

Surrounded at the Chosin Reservoir by multiple Chinese divisions, that his superiors assured him did not exist, General’s Smith men fought the elements and the enemy on their way to freedom. Criticized for retreating, Smith replied with the words that introduced today’s blog. When you’re surrounded, every direction is the front.

The “Chosin Few” are men I admire and will never be able to emulate. They are American heroes, I am not. I mention them for two reasons. First, I admire what they accomplished and I’m going to take the blog in a new direction. I hope to move from the writing front to a more personal line. That being said, I realize that I cannot speak about my own life as though it exists apart from writing.

So, why change, and why change now? It is a question that deserves an answer—even if you didn’t ask it. The simplest answer is that I have multiple interests. Using Occam’s Razor, that should be answer enough, but there’s more to it than that. There always is where people are involved.

My interest in sharing writing advice has waned. I believe in Jesus’ admonition, “freely ye have received, freely give” and try to practice it. I also recognize that sometimes people just need to step in poo to truly understand how it stinks. I should allow them the learning experience.

After all, you’ve got to pay the dues, if you want to sing the blues. I am amazed by the number of people who want to write without ever having counted the cost. If you know that I am not speaking about paying editors and cover designers or buying author copies, move to the head of the class.

Before I fall down that rabbit hole, I want to say this blog was never meant to dispense “expert” advice about anything and it has succeeded in that sense. So, I’m going to let my mind wander across these posts and see what happens. I know the voices in my head aren’t real, but they really do have some good ideas.

They also have a much-maligned perspective. I am not the straight, white, Christian male over 40 who has sworn an oath to defend the Constitution, but I am one of them. Like the voice of one crying in the wilderness, I plan on expressing my personal take from viewpoint on multiple topics in future posts.

You’ve been warned.

 Then said Jeremiah to Zedekiah, “thus says the Lord, the God of hosts, the God of Israel: ‘If you surely surrender to the king of Babylon’s princes, then your soul shall live; this city shall not be burned with fire…’

Jeremiah 38:17 NKJV

King Zedekiah was in a tough spot. His capital was under siege by the Babylonian army. The Egyptians whom he had made a pact with to help him defend Jerusalem failed to lift the siege (as Jeremiah told him they would). The court prophets agreed all would work out well, but Zedekiah was still not sure. So, he asked Jeremiah. Why? Because Jeremiah would go to prison rather than relay a false message.

Jeremiah’s answer was for the king to go out and surrender, throwing himself on the mercy of Nebuchadnezzar. Zedekiah was fairly certain of three things. First, life was cheap, and he was of no real value to the Babylonian king. Secondly, Nebuchadnezzar wasn’t known as a man of great mercy. Finally, Jeremiah spoke for God.

What to do?

Zedekiah took the popular option. Relying on his own craftiness, and his friends, he slipped out of the city and made a run for it. He was not about to try it God’s way. Everybody knew the kingdom wouldn’t be in such a fix if there really was a God. Zedekiah also knew that, if there was a God, He had to see things Zedekiah’s way.

A real God would be celebrating Zedekiah’s life and his choices and have nothing to do with a stick-in-the-mud like Jeremiah. The man was so negative. Zedekiah would never admit he was wrong, never surrender his pride, and never beg for mercy he didn’t need.

I know many Zedekiahs. Some heeded God’s message. Most did not and for the same reason King Zedekiah refused it—it just didn’t fit them. There’s no room in their self-image, lifestyle, or life plans for the kind of God who sends Jeremiah-types with instructions to surrender it all and do it His way.

Self-celebrants often suppose God is “the man upstairs” who indulges rebels. However, God says of Himself that He is not a man nor the son of man. He is the true self-existent One, who speaks universes into existence and yet, humbles Himself to regard the lives of His creatures.

He will not be bargained with and respects the right He gave people to reject Him. Unconditional surrender, those are His terms. Take it or leave it.

And what of Zedekiah? His sons and the princes of Judah were killed before his eyes, then he was blinded and led away in chains. His home and Jerusalem were burned to the ground. Zedekiah remained in prison until he died.

Maranatha