What was wrong with Glen Beck’s CPAC (Conservative Political Action Conference) speech last week?
He got up and confidently compared Republicans to an unrepentant alcoholic.
‘ "I have not yet heard people in the Republican Party admit they have a problem," Beck told a packed ballroom in Washington. "I have not seen a come-to-Jesus meeting. . . . 'Hello, my name is the Republican Party and I've got a problem. I'm addicted to spending and big government.' . . . They need that moment." ’
You betcha.
I haven’t heard one speech that addresses the other side of the problem. What other side of the problem?
Good thing I engage - and I’m thankful for this – in conversation with a few very liberal, progressive friends. We are close enough for them to entertain, if not try on, my viewpoint. And we still come away friends.
Generally all liberals are against “big corporation” as much as conservatives are against “big government.” Throw it back a century or so and you’ve got the same argument, but in its initial form: labor vs. management. Corporation still represents management, but now government is looked upon by the left, erroneously, as the people’s benefactor.
Beck knows all this. So where is he missing the yacht? I’ve been reading one of Peter Marshall’s books about the founding of the USA. He uses real quotes, real research and real, handwritten documents - most of which were unearthed from Yale or Princeton archives, ca. 17th and 18th centuries. They’re the “Dead Sea Scrolls” of our country. BTW, Marshall’s mother, Catherine, wrote “Little House on the Prairie,” and his dad was chaplain of the US Senate (1947-49).
Marshall, in “From Sea To Shining Sea,” discusses the first Constitutional Convention in the late 1700s. Talk about special interest! The states were battling so much over MONEY, that individual states were courting foreign countries, whose armies and political power could best suit their needs.
The great experiment that had become the USA was about to fail because the initial focus that energized independence had changed – from unity, to self-interest. Using historical records, Marshall brings us to the convention hall and shows us the key to what turned things around.
A bespectacled gentleman, dottering on his cane, watching the goings on in an overheated, unbearably humid room in Philadelphia, summer, 1787, pointed out something ineffably valuable to the arguing delegates. No fiction setting the scene, it’s written by the participants themselves.
Benjamin Franklin, 82, had less than three years to live. Only 10-15 yrs. previous, he was a chief mover in founding this country. In fact, his prodigious inventions and writings set the tone for the American way of life - electricity for one. Franklin/Edison/A Teen on a Cell Phone. Yes, yes, and a few stops in between.
Franklin, the elder statesman, recalled the marching orders that gave the country its freedom from repressive, selfish British rule. You think the Brits are nice? Ok, they’re nice. But they used America as a cash cow. 225 years later, they barely have a country.
Franklin’s words quelled the bickering among the states at the 11th hour as the nation they formed with the unity of their blood, sweat and tears was about to be torn and shredded from its flagpole. He implored them (quote from Sea to Shining Sea):
“I have lived sir, a long time, and the longer I live, the more convincing proofs I see of this truth: ‘that God governs in the affairs of man.’ And if a sparrow can’t fall to the ground without His notice, is it probable that an empire cannot rise without His aid?”
Franklin reminded that a house is built in vain unless the Lord build it Himself. He believed the same held for America, that “we shall succeed in this political building no better than the towers of Babel, [and] divided by our little, partial local [special] interests, and become a reproach and a byword down to future ages.”
Ain’t that the truth? Worse, Franklin said, is that by building the nation on “human wisdom” would leave it open to “chance, war, or conquest.”
Couple centuries later, and boom, it’s the dawning of the Age of Aquarius. Toke toke, sniff sniff, cough cough, giggle giggle. Adultery, swap partners, intense restriction of Christianity, rise of sodomy, money grab, power grab. You’d think the Lord is sitting up there wondering, “what the h#&& kind of wimpy people did I create?”
No, I don’t think He’s doing that. This country, this land o’ plenty, has been a supreme test. You want it, you got it. Every sparkling doo-dad, tech and perversion imaginable. But the rules are, and Franklin saw this – the more you take on your own, the less the Lord has His hand on us.
Could Franklin have foreseen this slide into oblivion, masked, at present as intellectual, benign socialism? All he had to do was pick up the bible. He concluded to the Con-Con delegates:
“I therefore beg leave to move that, henceforth, prayers imploring the assistance of Heaven and its blessing on our deliberations, be held in this assembly every morning before we proceed to business.”
Powerful words. They held a mesmerizing sway over the crowd. And the members, teetering on the edge of an irreversible secular democracy instead of a republic, were stirred. America, instead of being a large teat up for grabs for whoever squeaked the loudest (or sucked the hardest), was to be a light for all men.
A light for all men. Corny? You betcha. It’s the HONOR SYSTEM. That’s all God asked: to be pure in heart and let the Holy Spirit guide you – corporation head, banker, politician, pastor, the common man and woman.
Did we lose sight of that? We should write it on our hands.
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