Friday, March 16, 2018



In the Bleak Mid Winter


When people ask how I am I always respond, “I am a 7, the scale is 10 and I don’t do 6.”  8 requires more imagination, 9 is borderline delusional and 10 doesn’t exist.

Lately while sitting alone in my living room my feelings while pondering the many challenges of life I experienced myself sliding toward 6 and maybe even 5.

We live where we are surrounded by trees, woods, forest and in the summer one can see only the front edges of the woods.  However, in the clear, cold winter the trees are bare, and one can see deeper into the woodland, especially after a recent snowfall of almost one foot allows seeing even deeper into the trees and underbrush.  I got up from my bluesy self-pity and went out on my deck.  While gazing into the woods I saw a single deer run through and I wondered if there were others.  Sure enough, after several beats, six more deer followed in rapid succession.  Then they were gone.  I watched to see if there were any more.  And then I saw her – running hard all alone and wanting to catch up.  I waited a while longer to see if there were others – there were none – they were all gone.

I went back into my living room and felt my emotional temperature rise back to 7.  What had happened?  I processed what I had just seen and realized that I and perhaps others, had just been given an anti-depressant experience of life on life’s terms.  Sometimes we lead, sometimes we follow and sometimes we just try to catch up.  Pondering further, I wondered from whence came the urge, the impetus, the wish – to get up and walk out onto the deck – at just the right time?

 I don’t want to be arrogant enough to say I know.  But I do know there is a mystery in life that we cannot predict or schedule.  Some call it Grace –  so do I.


Monday, May 15, 2017



Easter Morning, 2017
Immortality or Resurrection
By Peter K Bullock, MDiv, MS

In 399 BC Socrates, the classical philosopher and considered one of the Founders of Western Philosophy, was executed due to his moral and ethical stance that “might does not make right.”  The form of execution was to drink poison hemlock.  While dying, surrounded by disciples and friends, he spoke of the gradual numbing of his legs and torso due to the poison.  Those around him were weeping and grieving and it has been said that he comforted them, for after all, in good Hellenistic theology, he had a “soul” and it was imperishable and immortal and that he “was going to a far better place (ie, eternal life).

Human beings have in all cultures had a notion of life after death.  Neanderthals buried their dead with food, weapons and favorite items to accompany them in the life to come.  Vikings believed in Valhalla where warriors who died with weapons in hand would drink and be merry in the great hall of Odin.  Native Americans did the same, believing one goes to The Great Mystery (eg, Happy Hunting Ground).  Muslims believe they go to Paradise and some (the radical variety) believe if martyred they will be greeted by 70 virgins.

Christians influenced by the same Hellenistic philosophy of an imperishable and immortal soul believe, perhaps due to the universal angst about mortality also believe in a Soul.  Evangelicals, a relatively new name, brought about to distance from Fundamentalists but not much has changed in their belief system (“you can’t put new wine into old wine skins”).  They, like Socrates (not Christian and dead 400 years before Jesus who was also executed for his moral and political stance), believe in having an immortal soul.

The ancient Jews of whom Jesus was one, did not believe in life after death, but they steadfastly believed in a creator God who was the source of all life.  The pro life types having to do with abortion don’t seem to be pro life when it comes to the environment (the planet is a living entity) or when it comes to bombing brown people, or capital punishment or the use of guns.  They would do well to take the scriptures seriously –  “God breathed into Adam (Hebrew for human being) (Genesis 2:77 RSV) . . . the breath of life and he became a living being.”  We become human (alive) when we take our first breath – as or shortly after we are born – not before.

Comparing the death of Socrates with the death of Jesus; Socrates was calm and comforted his followers.  Jesus prayed, “remove this cup from me” and “my God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”  Socrates, like many in the western world of Christianity believed he had within him the capability to survive death (eg, immortality).  Jesus, on the other hand, knew he did not.  Many Christians believe that if they do the right thing, believe the right thing, the soul will be transported immediately to heaven (paradise).  In other words, many believe the power to determine their fate lies within themselves.  Jesus believed he had no such power, but was willing to trust in God, who created him in the first place.  “We are saved by Grace through Faith, and that not of ourselves, it is a gift of God – not of ourselves, lest any man should boast (Ephesians 2:8).  Socrates believed in the power of his Soul – Jesus trusted in the power of God.

Postscript

A final note about mortality, about which I frequently ruminate as I approach my 78th year.  Recent research found that the most prominent cause of human death on this planet is not war, violence, poverty, famine or disease etc, but simply obesity.  One would think that the “pro lifers” would be deeply influenced by the need to maintain a healthy body weight.

Wednesday, November 30, 2016


“Nothing New Under the Sun”

In the middle of the third century BC, one of the books in the old testament (HEB Scriptures) is Ecclesiastes, its author “Qoheleth” (HEB Preacher).  In it he writes there is “nothing new under the sun” (an early existential thought).  Therefore, there are really no surprises.  Human beings are going to behave as they always have.

A story about an African village, in which a young man agonized over the health of his fellow villagers is telling.  This young man was noted by a missionary as intelligent, insightful and deeply caring.  The missionary made arrangements that enabled the young man to go to college and medical school in England.  He returned years later to address the medical needs of his people and he was warmly greeted.  However, when he made it known that he had knowledge, experience and medicines that could greatly help the physical maladies of the villagers, he sat alone in his hut and no one came to him.  Perplexed by this, the young doctor looked for reasons and found that the villagers were still flocking to the local witch doctor for their ills, where the witch doctor would rattle monkey bones in a tortoise shell to make them well.  They did not get well, but habit, tradition, custom and stubbornness had soon “won the day.”  Ultimately the young doctor moved to London where he practices his skills among the poor.

Don’t be surprised, fellow progressives, about the recent election.  “There is nothing new under the sun.”

Sunday, July 17, 2016


Black Lives Matter: A Commentary

The Black Lives Matter movement has caused a push back by many saying, in effect the obvious, “all lives matter.”  This is to counter by way of sarcasm, the movement.  Of course all lives matter and this simplistic, obvious and trite attempt to diminish the point of the movement hides what I suspect is the real underlying issue – simply and starkly stated – RACISM!

I think what impacts and causes anger among so many is that they know, feel and are aware – at some level -- that the Black Lives Matter Movement is really saying: “Black Lives Matter – as much as White Lives.”  Enter the racial animus of so many who will not openly admit that Blacks, and other Minorities are as good, smart and deserving as Whites.  This is just old (ages old) racism – all the more reason to support the movement because historically and even to the present, as a group, Blacks have been culturally, economically, academically and opportunistically un-equal – and this is a nation that constitutionally declares all are created equal.

Some time ago I was in a Mennonite thrift store perusing books.  I couldn’t help overhearing an elderly couple in conversation.  The woman, in particular, loudly complaining about the country’s state of affairs and made reference to that “thing” in the white house.  Barack Obama, a black man born, raised and educated in a country where he rose to the highest level of achievement and influence in the world.  This bigoted old woman refers to him as a “thing” – of course she has to dehumanize him since she is a racist.  And – forgive me here – given the store we were in, most likely calls herself a Christian.


I am a 77 year old white male who has been afforded the freedom and opportunities granted by this nation.  I am an imperfect man, along with being a grateful man.  I am liberal, pretty well educated, sometimes smart and many times not so smart.  I am one who has been deeply influenced by Judeo/Christian thought and insights, and especially by the man, Jesus of Nazareth.  I do not pretend that I can overcome prejudice, racism and ignorance, or the many other injustices that persist in our society.  Our president recently said that “ignorance is not a virtue!”  I agree.  Ignorance is also ill informed, unaware, insecure, immature -- and dangerous.  I do not believe that I would be able to change any of this – but what I can do, is to refuse to remain silent in its presence.