Lately the news has been filled with people stepping forward with stories of sexual harassment, sexual misconduct, and sexual assault. These stories are repulsive and horrifying. However, I think it is good that they come to light to keep us from ignoring the sin and evil in our midst. These stories of improper sexual behavior should lead us to some honest reflection.
First, I think we need to take these accusations seriously. When it comes to the courts, a person is rightfully considered innocent until proven guilty. We must remember that when dealing with the alleged perpetrators. But we must be especially careful not to dismiss those who come forward as victims with accusations. We should respect their courage to report deeply painful and often embarrassing stories, even if these reports come many years after the fact. Such serious accusations deserve careful investigation. Such terrible violations of privacy and intimacy should have consequences. Sexual aggression and misbehavior are not unforgivable, but we can't forget or ignore the great harm caused by these actions.
Second, I think we need to take a close look at how we think about, talk about, teach, and practice sex. Again and again these stories tell of powerful people exploiting their power for their own pleasure. I certainly don't have all the answers, but I think a big part of problem is that our society believes that sex is something we need and something we deserve. We—maybe especially we males—are taught that we have the right to have sex. Sex is treated as something to be taken or gotten or won—whenever, however, and with whomever we want. So we think it's a sign of our power to have go farther sexually or to be sexually intimate with more people. We think power can and should be used to satisfy our sexual desires.
But those ideas are perversions. They're wrong, plain and simple. Sex is not about power or right. When sexual activity arises out of a power imbalance, we've done wrong because someone is being mistreated and used. Sex is supposed to be given and shared. Sex is about intimacy. Sex really involves weakness; it's a gift of being able to be naked and vulnerable with someone else. We don't need sex to live, and we sure don't have the right to it. When it comes to sex, God wants us to be concerned for our partner's well-being before our own, just as God wants us to put others before ourselves in everything else. We need to stop believing lies about sex. Outside of God's instructions, we only hurt each other and get hurt ourselves. We need to stop turning a blind eye toward sexual misbehavior and violence. With God's help we need to control ourselves before anyone else experiences awful trauma, pain, and shame.
Grace and peace,
BMH
Monday, November 27, 2017
Monday, November 20, 2017
#63 The Death of Superman
I'm going to talk about superheroes this week. If you're not interested in reading about comic books and comic book movies, feel free to skip this post and come back next week. I won't be offended.
On Saturday Tess and I went to see Justice League. I told Tess that I have been waiting to see this movie since we walked out of the theater after seeing Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice on March 26, 2016. Even with the crushing weight of my anticipation and expectations, I really enjoyed the movie. I thought all the heroes were great and the action sequences were really cool. Most of all, I loved that Superman (to steal from Batman Begins) was "more than just a man" but rather a "legend." Superman was an inspiration, an ideal. As a Superman fan, I loved it. If you're at all interested in this sort of movie, check it out. The fact that I liked Justice League doesn't mean you will or have to like it, but I think you'll have fun.
Saturday was also the 25th anniversary of the release of Superman #75—the issue where Superman dies at the conclusion of his fight with the monster Doomsday. This story was a HUGE deal. It sold a ridiculous number of copies. Personally, I have a special connection to The Death of Superman storyline. As far as I can remember, I've always liked Superman, but The Death of Superman played a big role in making me a true Superman fan. When I was a teenager, I came across a trade paperback that collected the seven issues of the storyline, and I bought it almost on a whim. It was the first comic I'd ever owned, and I absolutely loved it. The action was intense and fast-paced, and there were also great emotional character moments, highlighting Superman's determination and Lois Lane's fear. Here was a true hero, a man who cared so much about the world that he would die to protect other people. (Side note: This heroic idea is also a big part of why I enjoy Batman v Superman so much.) I developed a ton of respect and admiration for the character of Superman. I wanted to know more and more about his adventures. The Death of Superman was my first real taste of Superman, and I was hooked. Thanks to some birthday money, my collection of Superman stories grows by a couple volumes each year. I've since found other stories that I enjoy even more than The Death of Superman, but that storyline will always be special to me because it showed me a whole new world. For a while now, Superman comics have been one of my favorite ways to unwind and recharge. So, twenty-five years later, I'm thankful for "the day that a Superman died."
Grace and peace,
BMH
On Saturday Tess and I went to see Justice League. I told Tess that I have been waiting to see this movie since we walked out of the theater after seeing Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice on March 26, 2016. Even with the crushing weight of my anticipation and expectations, I really enjoyed the movie. I thought all the heroes were great and the action sequences were really cool. Most of all, I loved that Superman (to steal from Batman Begins) was "more than just a man" but rather a "legend." Superman was an inspiration, an ideal. As a Superman fan, I loved it. If you're at all interested in this sort of movie, check it out. The fact that I liked Justice League doesn't mean you will or have to like it, but I think you'll have fun.
Saturday was also the 25th anniversary of the release of Superman #75—the issue where Superman dies at the conclusion of his fight with the monster Doomsday. This story was a HUGE deal. It sold a ridiculous number of copies. Personally, I have a special connection to The Death of Superman storyline. As far as I can remember, I've always liked Superman, but The Death of Superman played a big role in making me a true Superman fan. When I was a teenager, I came across a trade paperback that collected the seven issues of the storyline, and I bought it almost on a whim. It was the first comic I'd ever owned, and I absolutely loved it. The action was intense and fast-paced, and there were also great emotional character moments, highlighting Superman's determination and Lois Lane's fear. Here was a true hero, a man who cared so much about the world that he would die to protect other people. (Side note: This heroic idea is also a big part of why I enjoy Batman v Superman so much.) I developed a ton of respect and admiration for the character of Superman. I wanted to know more and more about his adventures. The Death of Superman was my first real taste of Superman, and I was hooked. Thanks to some birthday money, my collection of Superman stories grows by a couple volumes each year. I've since found other stories that I enjoy even more than The Death of Superman, but that storyline will always be special to me because it showed me a whole new world. For a while now, Superman comics have been one of my favorite ways to unwind and recharge. So, twenty-five years later, I'm thankful for "the day that a Superman died."
Grace and peace,
BMH
Monday, November 13, 2017
#62 The Cranky Mathematician Strikes Again
I've covered some heavy topics in my blog over the past few weeks, so I think it's time for a shorter and lighter post. As a mathematics major, I am quite particular about using numbers in an appropriate and accurate way. So occasionally I use this blog to rant about some little thing that really bothers me, even though most people probably never consider it. This is the third installment in this series.
I can't stand it when people make up large numbers, such as "zillion" or "bajillion." (Wikipedia helpfully refers to such terms as "indefinite and fictitious numbers" or "non-numerical vague quantifiers.") What, is the literally infinite amount of numbers that exist in our world not enough for you? Are you too lazy to come up with a real number? If you tell me that you baked 17 bajillion cookies, I'll roll my eyes at you. If you tell me that you baked 17,452,739,214,805 (that's 17 trillion, 452 billion, 739 million, 214 thousand, 805) cookies, I will be very, very impressed. We're not running out of numbers, kids. Let's be creative!
Grace and peace,
BMH
P.S. Despite my crankiness, I am feeling a bit generous, so I will tolerate the use of the smaller fictitious number "umpteen." Don't push it, though.
I can't stand it when people make up large numbers, such as "zillion" or "bajillion." (Wikipedia helpfully refers to such terms as "indefinite and fictitious numbers" or "non-numerical vague quantifiers.") What, is the literally infinite amount of numbers that exist in our world not enough for you? Are you too lazy to come up with a real number? If you tell me that you baked 17 bajillion cookies, I'll roll my eyes at you. If you tell me that you baked 17,452,739,214,805 (that's 17 trillion, 452 billion, 739 million, 214 thousand, 805) cookies, I will be very, very impressed. We're not running out of numbers, kids. Let's be creative!
Grace and peace,
BMH
P.S. Despite my crankiness, I am feeling a bit generous, so I will tolerate the use of the smaller fictitious number "umpteen." Don't push it, though.
Monday, November 6, 2017
#61 Refugees
This week I think we need to talk about refugees. I realize that many of you may consider this a controversial topic. However, I don't think refugees should be controversial at all for Christians, at least when we think in broad terms. My goal in this post is to clearly explain why.
First, I want to focus specifically on refugees, not on immigration in general. A refugee, according to the United Nations, is a person who, "owing to a well-founded fear of being persecuted for reasons of race, religion, nationality, membership of a particular social group, or political opinion, is outside the country of his [or her] nationality and is unable to or, owing to such fear, is unwilling to avail himself [or herself] of the protection of that country." The U.N. estimates that there are 22.5 million refugees in the world today, and an additional 43 million people who have been forcibly displaced from their homes. (These additional people are still in their home countries.) As Christians we believe that every single human being is created in the image of God. God calls us to love our neighbors as ourselves, and Jesus makes it clear that God's definition of neighbor is broad enough to include everyone. So we must care for and care about refugees.
Second, there is a lot of misinformation and lies that are spread about refugees. We as Christians must speak the truth in love. So here is the truth. Under the U.S.'s current refugee screening system, refugees are not realistically a threat to the security of this nation. The Christian Reformed Church's Office of Social Justice says, "Refugees are the most intensely screened group of individuals to enter the United States. The U.S. resettlement process is the lengthiest and most robust in the world, taking from 18 months to three years and involving five governmental agencies with each case." You can read about the process here and here and here. The CATO Institute published an article two years ago that found that at that time, out of the 859,629 refugees the U.S. admitted since 2001, exactly 0 were convicted of murder. (For the sake of reference, that article notes that 1 in 22,541 Americans committed murder in 2014.) A 2016 CATO institute study concluded that between 1975 and 2015, the chance that a refugee would kill an American in a terrorist attack was 1 in 3,638,587,094 a year. And it makes sense that refugees wouldn't be a threat. If you waited years to find safety in a new country after fleeing from your own homeland, why in the world would you put that safety at risk by committing murder?
I'll try to wrap this up quickly. There are 22.5 million refugees without homes today, and the U.N. says the majority of these people are children. Refugees are fleeing for the lives, and many refugee camps and nearby countries are overwhelmed. I can't see how a loving, Christian response would not include supporting the resettlement of these well-screened refugees. I try to be careful as a pastor when it comes to politics. Here I feel the morals are clear: we should vote in favor of supporting as many refugees as we can. (By the way, when it comes to money, refugees only receive funding from the federal government for eight months. The Department of Health and Human Services says that over time refugees actually contribute more to our economy than they receive.) As part of the U.S.'s work in the United Nations, our government has agreed to take in refugees. We should urge our government to keep that promise. The government may decide not to do that. But we can still keep loving refugees. We can speak well about refugees and even advocate for them. We can work with organizations such as Bethany Christian Services to help settle refugees in the U.S. We can support organizations such as World Renew, which work to help refugees around the world. And finally, we can pray for refugees. We should never forget the suffering of our fellow human beings. We pray that God will bring safety, healing, and restoration soon.
Grace and peace,
BMH
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