The Thirst for Power

Sometimes it’s difficult to set a title for these posts because what I write starts one place and ends up another.  I could have titled this ‘It’s a Tragedy’.  I think either would have worked.

The news is depressing these days.  It seems at least once a week there is a highly visible shooting, sometimes a mass shooting.  Every one of them is a tragedy, for the victims, for the families, for the perpetrators.  Yes, for the perpetrators.  People who’s lives have gone horribly awry, who have listened to the wrong voices, who have decided their only option is an unspeakable act of violence.  And there are plenty of wrong voices out there.

It is said that absolute power corrupts absolutely.  The thirst for power corrupts as well.  Donald Trump wants us to believe that undocumented aliens are the enemy.  He wants to create his own version of the holocaust by exporting all eleven million of them to who knows where to die of violence and starvation.  Undocumented aliens are not our enemy.  Donald Trump is feeding his thirst for power by exploiting our fears.

Hillary Clinton says the Republicans want to create their own version of the holocaust by denying women the right to choose abortion.  In essence she is supporting an ongoing holocaust as millions of unborn babies are sacrifices in order to end inconvenient pregnancies.  Hillary Clinton is feeding her thirst for power by appealing to the outrage of women.

The thirst for power corrupts.  The tragedy is that it does not just corrupt those who seek power.  It corrupts us as well.  We listen to those who are more than willing to identify our enemies for us and we don’t see the truth.  We see enemies instead of seeing the tragedy of broken lives around us, lives gone horribly awry.

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About Angus Lewis

My wife and I lived our whole lives in Arkansas until ten years ago. We moved to the Kansas City area in 2011 (a job change). That was the reason for the 'From a Far Country' title. Our children and grandchildren were in Arkansas. Six months ago we sold our house and bought one in Sherwood, Arkansas and my wife moved back down here. Two weeks ago I retired and moved back too. (I'm probably going to try to find something part time to keep me out of trouble.) So maybe the 'From a Far Country' title is not so much of a fit anymore. But I think I'll stick with it. I'm still not home. Not yet. The Bible says we are all strangers and pilgrims here. Our real home is with God and some day we'll be there. We'll be home.
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