Convenient Compassion

A Difficulty of a Serious Nature

When the founders of the U.S. Constitution in 1787 considered whether America should let the people elect their president through a popular vote, James Madison said that “Negroes” in the South presented a “difficulty … of a serious nature.” http://www.pbs.org/newshour/updates/electoral-college-slavery-constitution/

When James Madison was writing about the ‘difficulty of a serious nature’, he was referring to the 3/5 compromise which mandated slaves be considered less than fully human for the sake of the electoral process. It seemed a logical stroke of genius for the economic and political stability of our nation.

Before the ink was dry on the signing of the Constitution, it had already spilt and indelibly stained the fabric of the nation. That stain continues to tarnish every decision made when it comes to treating others amongst us as fully human.

People like me of African descent in these United States of America as well as anyone who does not look distinctly European continue to face systematic institutional discrimination. We have always been an ethnic group, a people of color or race of mankind that is either tolerated or accommodated out of convenience. We have been categorized and catalogued based upon the percentage of African blood that flows through our veins reflected in the texture of our hair and the hue of our skin. Because of this we have always been a difficulty of a serious nature in our nation.

From the cradle to the grave we are still deemed a difficulty of a serious nature in this country. We continue to face discrimination in housing, education, justice and very important from my point of view healthcare. As I trained in medicine and surgery I witnessed and participated in the sanctioned use of our black patient and clientele as objects differing only from the cadavers in core body temperature. There were designated hospitals and sections of hospital reserved for doctors in training. There were hospital services and teams solely reserved for people who happen to be of darker skin tone. These discriminatory practices are less overt these days but remain reflected in the life expectancies and quality of care of people like me.

This is an issue from cradle to grave. If our healthcare system and providers could not be trusted and cannot be trusted to exhibit professional integrity and not discriminate when life chances are good, why should we believe it will happen when life teeters on the edge.

Physician-assisted suicide is seen by many as a compassionate response to relieve pain and suffering. I have yet to meet or care to meet a colleague who takes pleasure in seeing someone suffer. We were trained to relieve emotional, physical, psychological and even spiritual pain. Not all of us practice our profession on the front line, face-to-face with families and friends of someone who is suffering. However, I am cautious of being swayed by the wave of emotions that would drown out my professional decision-making.

To actively participate in the death of someone in front of me is a difficulty of a serious nature. Convenient compassion would certainly justify doing so. But I know that this compromise can often be made for the economic and even familial politic. I understand how good intentions signed in black ink for the sake of the individual and family will stain forever relationship between physician and patient. One never knows who conspires with whom to end life.

Suffice it to say that I do not trust in the healthcare system and its providers to make nondiscriminatory choices when dealing with a difficulty of a serious nature. This is especially true if one’s practice is made up solely of helping people die. I can imagine that one would need to be certified in killing. Proper protocols and ethics would be established. But if the practitioner were not paid adequately those boundaries can always be pushed and violated.

Pain and suffering are difficulties of a serious nature. When people of color have historically been denied and continue to be denied adequate healthcare, why should we entrust those same institutions and systems to rule and decide in our best interest? Of course, being of darker skin hue is a permanent, life long, pre-existing condition which all the actuarial tables note. The banks, the justice system, the education system all take note of this pre-existing condition. Should I trust my doctors to determine when I should die?

Physician-assistant suicide represents to me yet another way to rid ourselves of someone no longer holds value. These are 3/5 persons. Putting them out of their misery, taking away their breath allows us to breathe easier. We call it compassion. I call it convenient compassion. My fear is that once we embrace this way of ending life for the isolated few, we will find it necessary to redefine suffering. We will once again have designated hospitals with designated services for designated people. We can harvest their organs at the same time the rifle through their belongings.

I see this as a boon for insurance companies which would rather that I die from my pre-existing condition than use up the benefits that would go to their profits. Families likewise cannot be trusted to rule dispassionately when there are potential financial benefits. Convenient compassion allows the governments to balance their budgets on Medicaid and Medicare and it takes non-compliant, disruptive and complicated patients off of my office schedule. It is convenient for all of these entities and disguised as compassion. It serves the decision makers who can easily coerce even those who are conscious that it is within their best interest. After all, if I am near to death, I can easily be convinced that I should sacrifice my last hours, days, weeks or months for the sake of people who really love me and just want me out of my misery and out of their way.

This is a difficulty of a serious nature. When seen through the eyes of someone who has experienced and even participated in treating people as less than equal, I see where this will ultimately end. I will actively pursue defeating any agenda that seeks to address a difficulty of a serious nature by dehumanizing and killing the person in front of me no matter who advances this convenient compassion. I urge you to do likewise.

The Vine

Look at all my beautiful branches
How the tentacles intertwine
He said because there is no fruit
I have to cut this piece of vine

But Lord they are so beautiful
I am sure we will get wine
He said not from leaves and branches
I must prune this pretty vine

But Lord it’s so attractive
And people know this branch is mine
He picked up the sheers and scissors
And cut my favorite piece of vine

I told him Lord you hurt me
Down to my core into my spine
He continued to inspect
Looking for fruit not leafy vine

And daily He surveys my life
Knowing what he expects to find
And though the results may please me
I am just a branch, He is the Vine

I must let repent of ego
Pride and self-pleasure cross the line
Yield, submit and yes surrender
Fruit comes only when abiding in the Vine

John 15:5 I am the true vine, and my Father is the husbandman.

Every branch in me that beareth not fruit he taketh away: and every branch that beareth fruit, he purgeth it, that it may bring forth more fruit.

Abide in me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself, except it abide in the vine; no more can ye, except ye abide in me.

5 I am the vine, ye are the branches: He that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit: for without me ye can do nothing.

His

Some call you by title
Dr. Mr. or Ms.
But your Father has one name
He calls you His

Some know you by report
By your stuff you are known
Your Father has just one name
He calls you His own

Some see your failures
What you is and you ain’t
Your shortcomings God sees
And He calls you saint

Don’t bother with regret
Trying to impress all the others
Christ sees you as friend
He calls you sister and brother

You are my friends when you do the things I command you. I’m no longer calling you servants because servants don’t understand what their master is thinking and planning. No, I’ve named you friends because I’ve let you in on everything I’ve heard from the Father. John 15:11‭-‬15 MSG

Have it Your Way

You take pride in exerting your will
Instead of submitting to Mine
So the emptiness that you now feel
Is because you ignore the Divine

You take pleasure in having your way
In getting in the last word
Making sure they heard what you say
If you were silent it is Me they’d have heard

You plant seeds of what you call fruit
You water and watch over with care
But your harvest is all self-pursuit
You neglect self-denial and prayer

Take control if you want, I won’t deny it
I won’t force you into submission
Run your life as you will, go on try it
I only enter your life with permission

Proverbs 14:12 New King James Version (NKJV)
12 There is a way that seems right to a man,
But its end is the way of death.
Revelation 3:20King James Version (KJV)
20 Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me.

Kept From Things: Don’t Hold Your Breath

Our Father keeps some things from us in order to keep us from some things. He has the eternal foresight to protect His children.

Here is one threat you can’t hold over the Creator. You won’t get your way by telling Him you will hold your breath…, unless He does, ____________ you fill in the blank here.

Indeed it is senseless to threaten God with holding your breath, because after all He is the only One who actually holds it.

So to complain to God that He does not give me what I want when I know I really, really, really want it is senseless if He decides that I should not have it. If the Almighty decides to keep some thing from you, think of it as He is keeping you from some thing.

That is the very thing you want so badly is the very thing that so badly wants to control you, dominate and even destroy you. That something can become a habit, an addiction, a dangerous friendship or relationship.

I rarely if ever note what God has kept me from. I only note what He has kept from me. In keeping some things out of my reach, He also kept me out of reach of those things.

When I complain to God about what he kept from me, it is to ignore the fact that He saw the dangers coming with my request for more attention, more freedom, more excitement and more pleasure.

Your Father loves you too much to give into your tantrums. He is keeping you away from some thing or even someone in order to keep some thing or someone away from you.

Matthew 7:9-11King James Version (KJV) 9 Or what man is there of you, whom if his son ask bread, will he give him a stone?

10 Or if he ask a fish, will he give him a serpent?

11 If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your Father which is in heaven give good things to them that ask him?

Psalm 84:11King James Version (KJV) 11 For the Lord God is a sun and shield: the Lord will give grace and glory: no good thing will he withhold from them that walk uprightly.

I Can Always Buy Dirt

Whenever I am overwhelmed by the constant sight of the hundreds of thousands of people fleeing vicious militias, I go buy some dirt. That is one of my favorite options. It is too much to take in seeing pictures of people traveling barefoot across deserts, oceans, mountains and seas. They are hungry, scared and wearing threadbare clothing. They have been chased from their homes because to stay behind would mean more rape, torture and beheadings. Starvation is constant because even when they have the option of planting in the blood stained mine fields they used to call their farms, there is no time to harvest. No matter how rich their dirt may have been before the war, gardening, farming is not an option.

So rather than continue to focus on their misery, I go buy some dirt. I shop with discernment. I am careful to pick out the best kind of dirt. It must have the nutrients and moisture included in a well-sealed, attractively designed bag. It must not be too heavy for me to carry because, after all, I don’t want to work. This is supposed to be fun.

I then choose the seedlings and a nice part of the backyard to plant my vegetables and my mood is better. I don’t have to worry about mines, dead bodies of mass graves. If my plants don’t come to harvest because the summer sun is too hot, or if I forget to water them, I can just go to my freezer or even easier to the supermarket a few minutes away. Buying dirt is a nice hobby for me.

I suggest the next time you feel overwhelmed about the news of refugees, genocide, mass starvation and all the other bad stuff going on….., go buy some dirt. You may feel a whole lot better.

Proverbs 21:13 “Whoso stoppeth his ears at the cry of the poor, he also shall cry himself, but shall not be heard.” 

King James Version (KJV)

A New Anointing

The anointment is now with Ben Gay
When it used to be sweet oil
Repayment for the days
When I provided, worked and toiled

I have a more steadied pace
I take each step a little slower
I don’t have to win a race
I can keep my voice much lower

God’s grace provides the ease
My body and mind do feel His touch
Balms of healing for aching knees
Warm compresses are needed much

I delighted running for Him
But before I ran for self
His work accomplished much
Mine, just collections on a shelf

Enjoy the fruits of God’s sweet labor
Enjoy His comforts as you should
God continues to show favor
Rub on the right side, ooh, that feels good

Ecclesiastes 12: 1-6 Honor and enjoy your Creator while you’re
still young, Before the years take their toll and your vigor wanes,
Before your vision dims and the world blurs
And the winter years keep you close to the fire.

In old age, your body no longer serves you so well.
Muscles slacken, grip weakens, joints stiffen.
The shades are pulled down on the world.
You can’t come and go at will. Things grind to a halt.

Favor and Fault

I note his every fault
As I justify my favor
The evil he deserves
I’m glad he’s not my neighbor

He is dirty and he smells
He is ragged and quite rude
He is undisciplined unclean
Has a nasty attitude

No wonder he’s a failure
I earn the good that comes my way
He is obviously at fault
God favors me is what I say

Because I do what’s good
Avoid the evil that I see
I know God looks from heaven
Ignores him, and favors me

But to think so is truly sinful
For my Jesus teaches this
We live by grace unmerited favor
This simple truth I do still miss

By wanting to justify my favor
And remind him how far he’s fallen
I forget I am a sinner saved by grace
And hence I don’t fulfill my calling

To seek redemption and restoring
Dearest Father I truly plead
Father forgive his faults and failures
Show him favor, fulfill his need

Luke 18:11-14 The Pharisee stood and prayed thus with himself, God, I thank thee, that I am not as other men are, extortioners, unjust, adulterers, or even as this publican. I fast twice in the week, I give tithes of all that I possess.

And the publican, standing afar off, would not lift up so much as his eyes unto heaven, but smote upon his breast, saying, God be merciful to me a sinner. I tell you, this man went down to his house justified rather than the other: for every one that exalteth himself shall be abased; and he that humbleth himself shall be exalted.

Ignore You Again

By this time it should not surprise You
After all, I just want to fit in
As the holiday seasons approaches
I will just ignore You again

I don’t want to be seen as religious
I just want to give and to get
After all, I have ignored You all year
Have You not gotten used to it yet?

I mention Your name when convenient
When I want something with lots of bling
And as we approach this Xmas
I have a whole list of things

So I will ignore You again, its tradition
It only make sense that I do
Halloween, Thanksgiving and Easter
What’s the difference its not about You!

Christmas Slaughter Comes Soon

Let’s Put the H back in cHristmas

To most people this is extremely insensitive and even irreverent. But truthfully, the slaughter never really stopped. We ignore the ever present, ongoing ‘massacre of the innocents’ that unfolds daily before us.

In her book entitled Accidental Saints Nadia Bolz-Weber asserts that we need to put the ‘H’ for Herod back in Christmas. “…in a world where suffering is as real as Herod and Boko Haram and Sandy Hook, where people are longing for something to help make sense of their suffering. Pretending that everything is fine isn’t helping anyone…The story about Christmas is as much about comfort and joy as it is about how messed up our world actually is”

We need to tell the whole Christmas story and that story includes the horror and hedonism of Herod.

In the gospel we have this record Matthew 2:16 When Herod saw that he had been outwitted by the Magi, he was filled with rage. Sending orders, he put to death all the boys in Bethlehem and its vicinity who were two years old and under,

It is the story of the massacre of the untold number of infants that were killed in an effort by King Herod to rid the world of the Christ child.

As the Christmas season approaches, we still do our best to ignore this fact by numbing ourselves in our hedonistic culture.

We hear of children drowning as they try to escape wars. We hear of them starving to death, being bombed, being stolen and sold as sex slaves and a host of other horrors. So instead of thinking too deeply about it, we start planning for Christmas.

What kind of cards will we mail? What will we cook? Who did and did not get a gift? Have we paid off last year’s credit card yet? What did I do with all of the stuff I got last Christmas?

I suggest, we keep the ‘H’ in Christmas. Let it not be Herod and Hedonism. Let it be Hope, Healing and Holy Ghost Hallelujah.

Think about this please. The slaughter is before us and God will hold us accountable for how we ignore or meet the needs of those innocents.