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Kathleen Parker on Karmic Justice

Mrs Kathleen Parker's recent article says it all--right in the title, DO UNTO OTHERS.  She remarks with sublime insight that Barack's First Inaugural (God willing, there will be a Second Inaugural), both the speech and the event itself, point up a principle of the Perennial Philosophy:  to put it into my own words, OUR DECISIONS IN LIFE COME BACK TO HIT US RIGHT IN THE FACE.  In President Bush's case, he escaped his "karma."  The shoe aimed right at his face missed him--the first shoe just barely--an inch.  To follow up the logic here of karmic justice, Bush did not deserve this.  HIS WAR WAS JUST.  Had the war not been a just one, the shoe would indeed have hit the target and put out one of the President's eyes.  THAT, according to one argument, would have been "karmic justice."  These little "chance" events DO have meaning.  If you don't believe it, read Kathleen Parker's article of today, January 23, 2009.  I, too, had noticed the "justice" or "providential humor" of the Vice President's situation.  A more "rational" take would be that he had merely had an unfortunate accident, one, by the way, that I can personally relate to--as can a couple million American He-Men. 
     I want to be brief here.  After hitting bottom and going soberly to over a thousand AA and Al-Anon meetings, starting in May, 1986, I can testify that every word of Parker's article is true because every word of the Bible it is based upon is true.  Moreover, the Hindu Scriptures and the teachings of Vedanta (cf. Ramakrishna and his great disciple Swami Vivekenanda) underline these truths of the Perennial Wisdom.  (Not that the Bible and Perennial Philosophy/Neoplatonism are the same; they are not!)  However, the Bible does draw upon, if you will, the great wisdom of older traditions and not just the Hebrew Scriptures.  The Vedas are over six thousand years old, we are told.  In any event, the bottom line is that we do indeed reap what we sow.  And we more often than not do this in this very lifetime, nevermind the life to come.  Ask any recovering alcoholic or food aholic or sex aholic or gamblers anonymous success story.  He or she will tell you that there is something to this teaching of "good karma" and "bad karma."  Most journalists find this sort of thing their meat and potatoes.  Note the classic news article about the guy who gets shot on his way out of the husband's back door.  Note the delightful shame (from the media's point of view, not to mention Jay Leno's) pervading Bill Clinton's "story."  (Is he really still "in recovery" or is he fooling around with Caroline Kennedy or God knows who? )
     Enough of this sort of nonsense.  What does make sense is what the Master teaches in the New Testament.  I think it was He.  We do indeed, sooner or later, reap what we so.  JFK comes to mind.  Elvis.  Nixon.  Hitler.  Stunningly, everybody. 
 
President Obama appears to have the Midas Touch.  After watching his campaign, the TV documentary of his life in politics, the great win, the Inauguration, the National Prayer Service...beautiful things, works, people, places and things just gravitate to this man.  Poetry and Music fill the air with their transcendental magic.  What is being played out before our eyes is all of great literature, "the biggest fairy tale."  Clinton saw this coming.  So did Hannity.  They were utterly powerless to stop it, for all their Herculean and Machiavellian efforts.  The world has just witnessed another Milestone in Salvation History.  And if you don't believe in Salvation, then believe in man's dignity in the face of fate or destiny or the kind of divine providence that Lincoln came to in the end.  I believe Obama believes.  I sense that he has a reliable instinct about the gravity of his decisions vis-a-vis his own destiny in the history books.  I doubt he really believes in some "pie in the sky" heaven or some "fire and brimstone" hell where there will be "wailing and gnashing of teeth."  But Karma?  Karmic Justice in the sense Kathleen Parker describes it (and she knows what she is talking about, as usual)?  Barack Obama sees this as clearly as does his former pastor, Reverend Wright, who, by the way, understood all about Karmic Justice.  The man knew what he was talking about when he said in the vernacular, "the chickens have come home to roost." The truth hurts, and the dogmatic, rigid, overly-ideological and oftentimes narrow-minded conservatives foamed at the mouth.  Like Julius Caesar, they had fits.  And Caesar, too, reaped what he had sown.  MLK.  We all do--or will--one way or another.  (The unfaithfulness, ironically, did Martin Luther King in.) 
 
But, what about Lincoln and this theory of Karmic Justice?  For the unreconstructed Southerners alive and well to this day--"he got what he deserved."  Indeed he did.  Like Julius Caesar, among other blessings, perhaps, Lincoln got not a nice retirement and a paragraph in the history books but rather a thousand libraries worth of books immortalizing his name in unsurpassed fame--for as long as America, no, the entire world, exists. Nor has his reputation suffered that much lately, with the encomiums far outnumbering the Mel Bradfords and Thomas DiLorenzos of this world.  And such folks, ironically, only add more jewels to the Crown. 
 
An immutable law of spiritual truth:  The Beatles summarized it well and I never noticed this till thirty years after the album came out:  "and in the end, the love you take/ is equal to/ the love you make."  Let me add one final, remarkable fact.  The Vatican recently (the 40th anniversary of the White Album) gave us all a statement exonerating the Beatles for their youthful "disrespect," John's rather.  I did not see the statement, but apparently, in typical saintly style, the wording made excuses for the wayward youth. 
 
John and George are (we hope) in "heaven."  They would say, "back to the Godhead."  Back Home. 
 
Come to think of it, Vedanta and some Hindu Wisdom claims that each and everyone is headed back Home, back to the Source or the Final Resting Place.  It's just that, some of us, are "taking our time." 
 
The way to speed up the process, indeed the way to take a wonderful shortcut, is to follow the lead of the likes of G.K. Chesterton and Tony Blair.  Join the Human Race in the Catholic Church.  Investigate the sacraments.  What have you got to lose?  Not much, not much at all is lost, by following this Way.  In fact, unspeakable Joy is the name of the game.  But as Obama said and as Charles Krauthammer reiterates in his magnificent article of today, Obama's "prose" in the Inaugural invites us all to work, sacrifice, service and virtue.  These "old" verities and actions and principles will take us, more directly, to our reunion with God and the saints.  Leisure, too, if properly understood (it is work), contrary to what Obama said, can take us Home to Heaven--even to a taste of it here on earth.
 
I thank Kathleen Parker and Charles Krauthammer and Michael Gerson and Pat Buchanan for giving this writer a foretaste of heaven in the taste of their delicious essays on Obama.  But these great writers stand on the shoulders of other "greats," people like Burke, Shakespeare, Tolstoy, Twain, Dickens, Lincoln, Robert Louis Stevenson, Elliot, Hemingway, Vonnegut and Heller.  (I'd love to see their libraries.)  The writers of the American Renaissance are also without equal--except for the Russians--in World Lit.
 
Thank you, Barack, for "holding up the mirror (of ourselves) up to nature."  That is, for pointing up our "collective failures."  As Benjamin Franklin wisely said, "Honesty is the best policy."  As the great Kathleen Parker wisely says, do unto others so that what you reap in the end and even along the Way will be happy, joyous and free.  (That was the theme of the Annual AA State Convention in June of 1986:  HAPPY, JOYOUS AND FREE, in San Antonio, by the way.)  A special thanks to President Bush, who also sobered up in 1986.  He is now on a new plateau in Texas, a new kind of high, a natural high:  HAPPY, JOYOUS AND FREE.
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LACRIMAE RERUM, the tears of things

Back in my grad school, hard-drinking days, a pious man occasionally, out of pity perhaps, tried to save me.  He said __________, you have to remember the "tears of things."  Many years later, after a real job or two, I hit bottom.  I went to AA.  My eyes welled with tears as I listened to a Californian visitor "tell his story."  He talked about "the way it was, what happened, and the way it is today."  This is the AA way.  It works.  As they say, "we want to help you save your arse, not your soul."  Well, they helped me with both issues, and this May I'll probably make it, one day at a time, to my sixth year of continuous sobriety. 
     Those first few months in AA were utterly emotional and utterly real--both.  Sobriety is a good thing for a body and a soul. 
     Hannity's concerns notwithstanding, our tears all during the Inauguration Events which culminated yesterday in Amazing Grace indeed--these tears have been "emotional," obviously.  But they have also been in touch with something utterly "real."  Something True and something Beautiful.  The Prayer Service was one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen in my life, right up there with the Inauguration Events.  The Service brought back memories of President Clinton's first National Prayer Service:  the one at the Baptist Church, the Black Church (and I'm sorry I don't remember the name of the place).  But I'll never forget the shot of Clinton attending, sitting in his seat, listening to one of the more moving performances--and a big tear rolling unashamedly down his imposing cheek.  The sight of this almost always brings tears to my own eyes.  Inspired by Clinton's "call to service," I asked myself, in my then sobriety, What Should I Do?  I'd been turned away from the monastery I "applied" at; I'd been rejected by the Jesuits.  Then, in June of 1994, I was accepted at the diocesan seminary. 
     It is now almost fifteen years since then.  I'm happily married.  Sober in a major new way.  Doing worthwhile work.  (Manual labor, just like in the monasteries I visited in 1991, mostly Benedictine and Trappist, but also Carmelite and Carthusian.)  We are not even "middle class" if by that one means a combined income of over 100k, give or take.  We are, by that standard, very poor.  But sofa sogood, as one blogger signed his name. 
     Anyway, there were tears and more tears during the Inaugural Buildup, the Inauguration Aftermath--and then again at the National Prayer Service (I'm off on Tuesdays and Wednesdays).  Michelle Bernard, with Chris Matthews, on MSNBC, spoke movingly of her conversation with her five-year-old as she left the house early that morning.  I wish I could reproduce this--it's on tape somewhere.  Then, watching the great Juan Williams reflect on Reverend Lowery's prayer...this moved me to join Juan Williams in his tears.  I felt closer to God and I'm overdue for the Sacrament of Reconciliation. 
     Not much has been said about the amazing poem by Elizabeth Alexander.  That moment was timeless, couldn't catch my breath.  Rick Warren's prayer was incredibly beautiful in his own emotion and awe before the Hand of God clearly holding all together for us, here, now.  The music by Williams was perfectly suited for this occasion and it perfectly caught and raised up to the sublimest heights this experience beyond words.  The performers, Yo Yo Ma and Itzaak (the name means laughter) Perelman and Company transported even while they themselves wer transported and "translated," as a famous Shakespearean character put it in "Midsummer Night's Dream." 
     Obama said yesterday, in his commanding yet simple and direct way:  "This is quite a moment, quite an opportunity." What an understatement.  Mr. Hannity is foaming at the mouth today on radio. 
     Finally, Hillary brings hope, I hope, to those who know the Holocaust and all who know oppression and abuse.  Today she came out swinging after--Thank God--being confirmed.  She insists her staff get serious about the business of doing "something for America" and not for their "turf" and not necessarily for those towards whom we've kowtowed irrationally, in prejudice and thoughtlessness. 
     The "tears of things" as I recall comes from Vergil, "The Aneid."  But I could be wrong.  Anyhow, it's interesting how Hillary has been refering to Terence and other classical writers of late.  My own eyes surely welled up with tears, finally, during the supernatural singing of "Amazing Grace" by a man whose voice, face and preternatural sublimity I'll never, ever forget.  First he hummed it--I said he hummed it...in a voice so rich and resonant and deep that even just watching and listening to a 20-inch TV screen (albeit turned up loud) sent chills of joy and mixtures of thoughts and emotions all through the body and soul.  Just the thought that two (Clinton and Obama) among many giant souls were equally and superiorly enjoying to the max this magnificent piece--just the thought enhanced in Nietzschean fashion (not the nihilistic side) the simple and unadorned Rapture of this musical and vocal Event.  AMAZING GRACE. 
    And really finally, the thought that this National Prayer Service, with its transcendental beauty--I didn't mention the angelic choirs--or the spine-tingling Homily by Dr. Sharon E. Watkins---the thought that this event revolved around our new President while giving Glory to God--bodes well for the future of this Unusual Country.     
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Unto Caesar

We are to give "unto Caesar" that which is his.  It's a pretty minimal amount.  I guess it depends who Caesar is, where, what period in history.  Imagine the decisions that had to be made and were made by countless thousands, millions of citizens during WWII.  I'm thinking especially of German citizens.  In one memoir (it happens to be our Holy Father's) one German citizen reliably spoke out, albeit not on a national stage, against Hitler and his regime.  This person was the current pope's father, a police officer in Bavaria.  (Read Ratzinger's /Milestones./ )  One wonders how, with what one knows today, one would have behaved in that time, in that place. 
 
"Render unto God the things that are God's."  We actually have a remarkable, living-lesson in this ancient dichotomy, Caesar versus God.  Our President is unusually eloquent in his Oval Office interview published today--with Cal Thomas.  With so many having "piled on" in the attacks against "W," you would never know that the jury is still, still out on his Decision, Bush the Decider's humongous and extraordinarily bold decision.  It may well turn out that this decision was, all things considered, a good one for America, for the Middle East and for the World.  Or it may take longer to know for sure.  Or we may never "really know" due to the complexity of the subject and the constantly changing historical "facts" and realities. 
 
About one thing we can be pretty sure, though.  President Bush did his level best to do right by his faith, by his duties as he perceived them, and by his country.  The way he "rendered unto Caesar" was not minimal or stingy--he gave a lot.  And it kind of shows in the grey hairs he now sports on his way out the door.  Bush rendered generously unto Caesar.  His contribution matches the one he made to "the Almighty." Let us all continue to hope and pray that these sacrifices have been pleasing to God. 
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