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2.0

When Trump was in office the first time, every single morning or evening, I found myself checking the news to see what idiocy Trump had done in the last twelve hours. In Trump 2.0, I find myself wondering hourly.

  1. Cuts prescription cost-cutting measures
  2. Threatens to seize the Panama Canal
  3. Withdraws from the Paris Climate Accord
  4. Withdraws from the WHO
  5. Begins deportation process
  6. Pardons all insurrectionists
  7. Threatens to seize Greenland
  8. Expresses hope to make Canada a US State
  9. Does away with civil rights gains
  10. “Ends” birthright citizenship
  11. Threatens Columbia
  12. Fires inspectors general
  13. Mass firings of those who opposed in any way
  14. Freezes foreign aid
  15. Freezes grants with effects on everything from free lunch programs to housing subsidies, from Medicaid payments to child cancer research
  16. Offers to buy out federal employees

That’s just what I could remember off the top of my head. It’s virtually an hourly thing.

It’s awful what I’m becoming as a result: I find myself longing for the people who brought him back to power to suffer. I find myself longing to hear stories of MAGA-heads in a panic over the cost of insulin. I find myself longing to hear of MAGA kids having to drop out of college (most likely private Christian colleges) because the loss of grant money makes it impossible to continue. I find myself longing to hear stories of people in the rural South with a yard-full of Trump signs fretting over the lost of SNAP benefits. I want them to hurt. I want them to suffer.

That’s the temptation. I fight it, but it grows.

Evil men bring out the evil in others.

I fear it’s much worse than prescription prices though.

Sledding

Backyard, 1980

Left Behind IV: Tribulation Force: God’s Presence and Prayer

Two ideas the evangelical Christian community holds in common are that one can be sure of the presence of God and that God answers prayers. Confirmation of God’s presence comes from what evangelicals call the “interior witness of the Holy Spirit.” God’s answers to prayers can be anything from an unexpectedly available parking place to silence, often phrased as “God isn’t ‘not answering’ your prayer; he just said, ‘No.’” In Tribulation Force, the second book in the Left Behind Series, LaHaye and Jenkins create a group prayer scene that demonstrates these two principles fairly succinctly, and the scenes also manage to highlight the logical inconsistencies in these two views.

Evangelicals often claim that they can somehow feel the presence of God. This most often happens during highly emotionally charged events: it’s one of the reasons music plays such a prominent part in evangelical worship, and it’s why the worship leaders conducting that portion of the church service encourage everyone to stand, to put their hands in the air, and to close their eyes. Tied to direct and indirect calls to move away from analytical logical thinking and a decreased level of self-awareness, It creates a physical and emotional unity tied to the music (itself a very emotive medium), and this will create warm positive emotions that believers later attribute to God’s presence. 

While four of the Tribulation Force characters meet together for a bible study session, they decide to pray together, on their knees. The first thing one character realizes is “he needed to surrender his will to God” which would involve “giving up the logical, the personal, the tightfisted, closely held stuff.” He later has a “fleeting thought of how ridiculous he must look assailed him, but he quickly pushed it aside.” Thus, logical thinking has disengaged and the character has taken a step back from his normal self-awareness. All he needs is a highly-charged emotional cue, which he gets shortly thereafter: 

Bruce had been praying aloud, but he suddenly stopped, and Rayford heard him weeping quietly. A lump formed in his own throat. He missed his family, but he was deeply grateful for Chloe, for his salvation, for these friends. 

This reaction in the context of the novel is understandable. These two characters were left behind while Jesus whisked their families off to heaven. They’re already emotionally fragile. It would take little to bring them to tears.

Of course, in the novel, it’s difficult to deny the existence of this god: he has apparently already made several million people disappear, and given their common fervent Christian ideas and the fact that the church (at least the evangelical church in America) has been preaching the coming rapture for decades, it’s difficult to deny from logic to deny the reality of the rapture and thus of the Christian god. But that’s the reality of the novel. The reality to which the authors hold makes the same claims about their god’s presence without the looming piece of evidence the rapture would represent. With or without the rapture, they would contest that the events of this prayer group constitute proof of their god’s existence. 

It’s at this point in the prayer that the character Rayford feels sure of his god’s presence:

Rayford lost track of the time, knowing only vaguely that minutes passed with no one saying anything. He had never felt so vividly the presence of God. So this was the feeling of dwelling on holy ground, what Moses must have felt when God told him to remove his shoes. Rayford wished he could sink lower into the carpet, could cut a hole in the floor and hide from the purity and infinite power of God.

In our non-rapture reality, this scenario would also count as evidence of some divine presence. Practitioners would have already given up “the logical, the personal, the tightfisted, closely held stuff” and accepted that “[w]hatever God wanted was what he wanted, even if it made no sense from a human standpoint.” Critical thinking has been disengaged and emotion rises. Everyone experiences the same emotion, and so that’s the “inner witness of the Holy Spirit.” Believers attribute it to their god because their pastors, church leaders, and friends have taught them to do so, and since critical thinking has already been bypassed and because they are looking for evidence of their god’s presence, this serves that role perfectly.

The evangelical view of answered prayer might be a tricky were it not for the fact that believers have a curious view of prayer: any coincidental event occurring within any temporal proximity to the prayer can count as an answer to the prayer. Events happening weeks, months, or even years after the prayer can count, and the petitioner might even have forgotten about the prayer until it is, in her view, answered. So anything counts as an answer to the prayer. But what happens when nothing happens that the believers can classify as an answer? It’s simple: their god did answer the prayer; it just said “No.” Thus answered prayer is a heads-I-win tails-you-lose situation: nothing counts against it, for to count something against it would be to doubt the god of Christianity. 

We see this tension in the prayer scene: Rayford, one of the characters who has asked the others to pray about a decision he must make, “wished God would just tell him audibly what to do.” He wants direct, audible help from his god. Of course, he knows that’s not what he’s going to get, but surely his god will answer his prayer somehow.

When the believers are done with their tear-filled prayer session, Buck, another character with an unresolved decision hanging over him, admits that as “wonderful as that prayer time was, I didn’t get any direct leading about what to do.” Rayford admits, “Me either.” A third character, Chloe (Rayford’s daughter and Buck’s love interest), comments:

“You must be the only two.” Bruce glanced at Chloe, and she nodded. “It’s pretty clear to us what you should do. And it’s clear to each of you what the other should do. But no one can make these decisions for you.”

Chloe has been arguing from the beginning how Buck and Rayford should resolve their dilemmas, and her prayer has somehow confirmed this. Her insistence that she was right all along, in turn, serves as an answer to Buck’s and Rayford’s prayer. As they’re leaving, Chloe comments that what they just experienced “was amazing.” We can see, then, that the whole prayer scene consists of little more than self-referential confirmation bias in an emotionally charged environment, yet all the characters attribute this to their god.

Again, in the book, there is substantial evidence for the existence of the evangelical god, which makes mitigates my argument a bit in the context of the novel. However, this scene echoes evangelical prayer sessions happening now.

One final observation about the source of this “inner witness of the Holy Spirit”: when Buck and Chloe are leaving, Buck comments, “I don’t know where I’d be without you people.” People and the emotional support they provide are at the heart of any religious group, an that alone makes evidence for this or that god only secondary. Through their emotional connections and highly emotional services, they themselves are the evidence for their god.

Baking

“I think I’m going to bake something: I haven’t baked anything for work in a long time,” K said after dinner. It seems to me a particularly Polish thing to do: bake something and take it to share with your colleagues. Perhaps it just seems that way because of my proximity to a Polish woman.

Tonight, though, she made muffins for everyone in her department.

What a lovely surprise they’ll have tomorrow morning.

A Response

“What are the general impressions of our President?” someone asked me. My response:

Folks who are firmly entrenched in the Trump cult of personality are thrilled. They worship the man, fly flags with his name on it, put up huge signs in their yards proclaiming their worship of the man. They’re positively giddy.

Folks who voted for him because they thought he’d accomplish this or that are taking a wait and see attitude.

Those of us who saw from the beginning that he was a narcissistic, racist, misogynistic idiot who knows next to nothing, cares about nothing other than himself, and acts and speaks most of the time like a petulant, spoiled child — we pretty much know what to expect, and he’s delivering from day one: His attempt today to override the 14th amendment with an executive order demonstrates he has as little respect for the constitution now as he did in 2021 when he incited an insurrection, and those two facts (among so many others) should provide all the proof anyone not in his cult would need that he is exceptionally unfit to be president.

I left out the fact that he surrounds himself with people who do things like this:

More Snow

Such as it is — a dusting, followed by a layer of ice on everything not covered with a quarter-inch (or less — probably less) of snow.

And it was cold — in the low thirties for most of the day. Positively frigid for South Carolina. Good thing we had rosol for dinner.

And after dinner — only one thing to do.

Winter Monday Hike

We haven’t been out for a hike in ages, so we thought we’d take the day to get some miles in. We really had no clear plan: we’d start at Caesar’s Head to see if there was still snow anywhere then perhaps Raven Cliff Falls and maybe some time in Dupont. In the end, we switched the order of the last two and had a nice 7+ mile day. Nothing crazy, but lovely nonetheless.

Caesar’s Head

High Falls and Bridge

Hooker Falls

Raven Cliff Falls

Previous Visits

Heading Out for a Walk

The Boy and I headed out for a walk after dinner. We took the dog, we chatted about school, keyboards (as in computer keyboards — a recent interest of the Boy’s), district band tryouts (tomorrow evening), and random topics (as if that list weren’t random enough). It was another of those “how many more times do we do this?” moments. The Girl didn’t go with us because she had gone to her boyfriend’s house to watch a movie with him.

Everyone’s role slowly shifts.

Spending Our Time

I’m currently reading Alan Rusbridger’s Play It Again : An Amateur Against the Impossible. It’s about his attempt as an amateur pianist to tackle Chopin’s Ballade No. 1 in G Minor — one of the most impressively challenging pieces in the canon.

I’ve been quasi-obsessed with Chopin’s Ballades for a long time, and while I’ll grudgingly admit that No. 4 is the superior of the four, No. 1 will always be my favorite. And I love it for the reason all who play it love at and fear it: the terrifying coda, marked Presto con fuoco. For non-Italian speakers or people who never to music lessons to learn all those Italian terms:

  • Presto: “very fast”
  • Con fuoco: “with fire”

To say it’s impressive is an understatement.

Those leaps the left hand has to make; those whatever-the-hell-they-are right hand furies starting at bar 216 (Garrick Ohlsson calls them “wiggles” — if only); that double scale separated not by an octave but by a tenth at bar 255. How can anyone do that?

I took enough piano that I can follow the score and point to where the music is (in other words, I could turn the pages for someone playing this), and that means I know just enough about piano to realize how impossible this piece is. And yet people learn it all the time. “I played it when I was 17 and…” one person explained in a video. “It’s devilishly tricky,” a professional might say. No — it’s impossible. How anyone does it is beyond me.

Alan Rusbridger accomplished it (or least I’m assuming he did — he wrote the book about the attempt) while serving as the editor of the Guardian, which, according to Rusbridger, was publishing around 200,000 words a day when he was working on the Ballade. He was working 60-80 hours a week, coordinating the WikiLeaks articles, getting 60-80 emails an hour by his own estimation, staying up until the wee-hours several nights a week — and somehow he found the time to tackle this ridiculously challenging piece.

In short, Rusbridger’s accomplishment leads us to wonder what we do with our own little spare bits of time here and there. To be able even to stumble through the Ballade would require the average amateur hours upon hours of practice. Where do we get those hours?

I spent some of my free time tonight reading Rusbridger’s book, for example; I’m spending time now writing this. K has started tinkering on the piano, using L’s old books. The Boy — we have to pull him off Fortnight. The Girl — reading, phone, movies, chatting/texting with friends. But the amount of time most of us in the West waste is astonishing. The only thing we can’t get back, and we waste so much of it.

52

When I met K, I was 23. I barely spoke any Polish, had never tried kwaśnica, and had no idea she’d be by my side 29 years later when I turn 52. Twenty-nine more years and I’ll be 81. The Girl will be 37; the Boy will be nearly 32.

When L was born, I was just a few weeks away from 34. I had no idea how quickly time would pass, that within a blink L would be a legal adult (that doesn’t sound right, but shockingly, it is), and I would be in my fifties. Eighteen more years, and I’ll be 70. The Girl will be 36, the Boy nearly 31.

When the Boy came along, I was 39 and honestly not giving much thought to turning 40. Now that’s twelve years behind me. In twelve more years, I’ll be 64. Will they still need me? Will they still feed me? L will be 30 at that point; the Boy, nearing 25.

If tonight was anything to go by, by the time I’m celebrating these birthdays, my bedtime will be eight — it’s not even ten, and I’m exhausted.

Snow 2025

Amounted to little more than a dusting.

Snow Tomorrow

In the South, we don’t know what to do with snow. When it falls, everything comes to a halt. There are long lists of closures and delays on every local website — first and foremost, schools. Our district posted this today ahead of snow that’s suppose to start around noon tomorrow:

Greenville County Schools will have an eLearning day Friday, January 10. Schools and office buildings will be closed. All activities, including athletic events and field trips, are canceled on Friday and Saturday. The District’s ICE (Inclement Conditions Evaluation) Team evaluated the forecasts, and the decision was made based on the predictions and timing for snow and/or ice accumulation, which may result in unsafe road conditions, downed power lines, and loss of electrical services.

Because we are an approved eLearning district, this day will not have to be made up and instruction will be provided through Google Classroom. Students will complete eLearning assignments later if they are unable to participate due to power outages, lack of internet service, or other barriers. Once operations resume, school personnel will begin rescheduling events as appropriate. Please check local media, the district website, and the district’s social media for the latest information on school closings or delays.

I have mixed feelings about this: elearning days are seldom very productive because so many students, for whatever reasons, fail to log in and do the work. Teachers almost always give light work during that period because they know so few people will show up. Knowing this, a few more students decide not to show up.

But at least we’ll be able to play in the snow. In theory.