Trollope on the financial crisis

There’s nothing I like better than taking a Trollope to bed, so I read this from Rowan Williams with interest:

Readers of Anthony Trollope will remember how thoughtless and greedy young men in the Victorian professions can be lured into ruin by accepting ‘accommodation bills’ from their shifty acquaintances. They make themselves liable for the debts of others; and only too late do they discover that they are trapped in a web of financial mechanics that forces them to pay hugely inflated sums for obligations or services they have had nothing to do with. Their own individual credit-worthiness, their own circumstances, even their own personal choices are all irrelevant: the debt has acquired a life of its own, quite independent of any real transaction they are involved in.

Given that the risk to social stability overall in these processes has been shown to be so enormous, it is no use pretending that the financial world can maintain indefinitely the degree of exemption from scrutiny and regulation that it has got used to.

Marx long ago observed the way in which unbridled capitalism became a kind of mythology, ascribing reality, power and agency to things that had no life in themselves; he was right about that, if about little else.

He makes some good points in this article; the idea that government regulation is a solution and that Marx had useful insights on the problem are not among them.

Contrast that with this from Theodore Dalrymple:

There is no finer way to destroy bourgeois society, said Lenin, than to debauch the currency, a policy that he therefore favoured.

A great deal of debauchery has gone on since Lenin’s day, not necessarily with revolutionary intentions. Whether it was at all avoidable, at least at an acceptable price, is a question I do not enter into; but that it has had an effect on people’s conduct, and even on their character, seems to me to be very likely.

When I was growing up (and I am not yet an ancient man), many of the coins we used were a hundred years old, and some were a hundred and thirty years old. Occasionally, indeed, one would find a pre-Victorian coin amongst one’s change. This was not entirely absurd: for, to take a single example, it cost only two and a half times as much to post a letter as it had a hundred and twenty years earlier. Now it costs 77.8 times as much in nominal terms. Most of the debauchery of the currency, then, has occurred in my lifetime.

[….]

My caution notwithstanding, it is clear to me when I look at the value of what I have accumulated that I have done far better out of inflation of asset values than out of saving. Good for me, and good for millions of others in like situation, you might say. We have all done very well out of it. Yes, but in the process the very values that we once thought of as bourgeois – thrift, honesty, self-restraint, etc. – have been destroyed.

The first thing to note is that neither writer is a financial expert. Rowan is the alleged leader of a religious institution, so it is reasonable to expect him to have some insight into the heart of man; unsurprisingly, he does not seem to have noticeably more than Dalrymple who is an agnostic.

Both, though, appear to see the problem as this: the heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked: who can know it? Unhappily, Rowan leads a church which, in its sophisticated Western expression, no longer believes that, so his solution is government regulation along with the admonition that we must be nice to one another. He pays little regard to the fact that the government has nothing to regulate it, and is composed of men suffering from the same complaint that caused all this in the first place.

What is worse, the solution is one that Rowan’s church is vigorously working against: the recognition that man is sinful and can only be redeemed through the atoning sacrifice of Jesus Christ who took our sins – even our financial sins – upon himself.

Neither Rowan Williams, Theodore Dalrymple, nor Anthony Trollope gives us a solution; Rowan should but, true to Anglican form, appears eager to shift the blame onto capitalism.

Punishing Prayer

Prayer, the ultimate in political incorrectness:Add an Image

Nurse suspended for offering to pray for elderly patient’s recovery.

A nurse has been suspended from her job for offering to pray for an elderly patient’s recovery from illness.

Caroline Petrie, a committed Christian, has been accused by her employers of failing to demonstrate a “personal and professional commitment to equality and diversity”.

She faces disciplinary action and could lose her job over the incident.

Mrs Petrie, a married mother of two, says she has been left shocked and upset by the action taken against her.

She insists she has never forced her own religious beliefs on anyone but politely inquired if the elderly patient wanted her to pray for her – either in the woman’s presence or after the nurse had left the patient’s home.

“I simply couldn’t believe that I have been suspended over this. I knew I hadn’t done anything wrong. All I am trying to do is help my patients, many of whom want me to pray for them,” she said.

To sum this up:

Caroline Petrie did not thrust her beliefs on anyone; she merely offered to pray.

I believe that God answers prayer and sometimes heals people; even if I didn’t, if I were dying, I would probably be willing to give it a try. A patient was taken aback, not offended by the offer. The administration leapt into action; one that is liable to prevent anyone else from giving prayer a try.

The barking mad administration thinks that equality is more important than even the possibility of being healed, so it kicks out anyone who prays. The fact that because a person prays shows that she must actually care for the patients, is beside the point. Better to let everyone die – equally.

The reality of evil

A precursor to Redemption.

The first time I went to Syl Apps, the youth detention centre in Oakville, was around 1990. The institution is a maximum security facility that houses dangerous youth offenders from all over Canada; it is also a treatment centre for troubled youth who, if left unsupervised, would injure themselves or others. As recently as last Sunday I listened to the account of a teacher at Syl Apps: one of her students was acting strangely. Is anything wrong? No. What did you just do? Nothing. Did you swallow something? Yes. What? A needle. The student, who compulsively swallows things – anything – was rushed to emergency. Others cut themselves.

The overall impression after my first visit was: these are children, they are innocent; why are they here? I quickly discovered that many had been sexually molested when they were young – very young. Children follow the example of their parents, so, in turn, they sexually molested those who were younger than them. Some were accomplished con artists: one in particular comes to mind. He was allowed to attend our church on Sundays; after years of visits by a volunteer from St. Hilda’s he was released. He stole the volunteer’s credit cards and accused him of abuse; later he was re-arrested and the last I heard was in an adult prison.

I was the volunteer for a troubled young man who was interested in playing the guitar: we played worship songs together; the times we had together were among the most powerful expressions of worship I have ever experienced. He had trouble controlling his anger. One day his mother was visiting him and took exception to something one the guards said. She jumped on the guard’s back, clawing at him, and had to be restrained. Her son witnessed this. After release, I believe her son re-offended and was sentenced to serve time in an adult prison.

Carrie, a 15 year old with a sweet temperament,  was in the treatment section of Syl Apps. Every time I was there for the chapel service she would give me a big hug when I arrived and before I left. She had imaginary friends and would probably be viewed as not too bright. During the worship she would sing and clap with gusto; not the same lyrics, tune or rhythm that I was playing, but that didn’t matter: her heart was close to God. I believe her expression of worship was worth more to God than the most perfectly performed anthem.

Eventually Carrie was released; but she had nowhere to go, so she lived on the street in Toronto where she was picked up by a pimp and forced into prostitution. A couple of weeks later, presumably because of poor performance, the pimp beat her to death. I am reasonably certain that Carrie is with Jesus, still singing, clapping and hugging everyone. She will be clapping in time now, and one day I hope to receive another hug from her.

Like it or not, our world is the battle-ground between good and evil. There is no standing on the sidelines: you have to choose a side, God or Satan. For my part, in spite of frequent stumblings and failures, I’m for God and I want to try to keep fighting until it’s over.

Redemption

When Justin was 7 his father left and his stepfather moved in. By the time he was 14 he was taking drugs, stealing and was desperately looking for a way to escape from his home where he felt unwanted and unloved. The plan he came up with was to spend the rest of his life in prison – apparently, a more attractive prospect than living at home – by murdering a fellow student, a crime that would mean the maximum sentence. He accomplished this by luring a classmate he found particularly annoying into the woods and strangling him with his belt. At one point the belt slipped over the victim’s chin allowing him to breathe; a lifetime of pain can hinge on the decision of a second. Justin considered not going ahead with the grisly task; but he did. How do I know this? Because I have just been at the Syl Apps Youth Detention Centre in Oakville listening to Justin talk about how he came to Christ.

There is also an article about his crime in the Toronto Sun.

Their son’s 14-year-old killer was the first in Canada charged with murder under the new Youth Criminal Justice Act that had come in force just that day. Replacing the much reviled Young Offenders’ Act, there had been high hopes that the new law would be tougher on teen murderers. The Levacks, though, would find that the system still bends backwards for Morton, while their son is hardly remembered at all.

Their boy’s killer pleaded guilty to murder and was sentenced as an adult to the maximum under the new law — life imprisonment. But of course, it’s not really life at all. Instead of having to wait 25 years for his chance at parole, Morton can apply in just seven.

In the meantime, he has had his wish fulfilled — he has been in “juvey” ever since the murder. “Jail is just free room and board,” Morton told one friend at the time. “Killing,” he told another, “was better than going home.”

But now Morton is 20 and his time in a youth facility is finally up.

The only comment I really want to make about the Sun article, is that I wish the reporter had taken the time to speak to Justin now because what he would say – assuming the lawyers would let him – would be very different to the quotes of his in this article. I can understand Eric’s parents wanting justice – I would too in their position; at the same time, our justice is not God’s justice.

I know Justin because for about the last 18 years, St. Hilda’s has conducted a monthly chapel service in Syl Apps. Justin often played the guitar with me. Also, for the last 5 years and seven months, 2 volunteers from St. Hilda’s have visited Justin every week on Tuesday night to share the gospel of Jesus Christ with him. As a result, Justin became a Christian, was baptised and is now a witness to Jesus to the other inmates. Next week Justin will probably be moved to an adult prison. Today he gave his testimony.

During the time I have been part of the chapel service at Syl Apps, I have experienced Satanists in the front row chanting curses, a variety of unnatural noises, shouting, chair throwing and minor rioting. This afternoon while Justin spoke, everyone listened. He said many things. A few stand out: Life isn’t easy for him, but he has a peace that cannot be obtained any other way than through God. Life isn’t easy, but he knows God is always with him, even if it doesn’t always feel that he is. Life isn’t easy and not a day passes without Justin regretting what he did, but through Jesus, anyone can find forgiveness. Every night he prays; one of his prayers is that Eric’s parents might find the same peace that he has found.

Through Jesus Christ, there is redemption.

Incidentally, the Diocese of Niagara is hell bent – yes, that is the right word – on destroying St. Hilda’s and its ministries, including the ministry to Syl Apps.

The promise of Eternal Nothingness

From the Telegraph

Prof Richard Dawkins drives support for London’s first atheist bus advert

Campaigners believe the messages will provide a “reassuring” antidote to religious adverts that “threaten eternal damnation” to passengers.
The routes on which the atheist buses could be placed have not yet been fixed, but they would travel through the central London borough of Westminster and so could pass close to Westminster Abbey, a Christian place of worship for more than 1,000 years.
Prof Dawkins, Oxford University’s Professor of the Public Understanding of Science, said: “Religion is accustomed to getting a free ride – automatic tax breaks, unearned ‘respect’ and the right not to be ‘offended’, the right to brainwash children. Even on the buses, nobody thinks twice when they see a religious slogan plastered across the side.
“This campaign to put alternative slogans on London buses will make people think – and thinking is anathema to religion.”

When was the last time you saw an advertisement on a bus threatening eternal damnation?

Leaving aside for a moment the question of the truth, or otherwise, of Christianity, how – I almost said ‘in heaven’s name’ – can the promise of no eternity be ‘reassuring’. Without God and life after death, loved ones will be gone forever, morality has no anchor and love itself is a meaningless chemical reaction. If nothingness follows death it makes all that appears before of no consequence – ‘a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing’. Jesus promises neither eternal nothingness, nor eternal damnation, but eternal life ‘with joys that earth cannot afford’.

And if Dawkins is suffering under the illusion that ‘thinking is anathema to religion’, clearly he has learned nothing from his encounters with John Lennox.

In a characteristically western spirit of self-flagellation, the British Methodist Church is welcoming the ad campaign. From Here

Rev Jenny Ellis, Spirituality and Discipleship Officer, said, “We are grateful to Richard for his continued interest in God and for encouraging people to think about these issues. This campaign will be a good thing if it gets people to engage with the deepest questions of life.”

Bravo, the British Methodist Church, a very Anglican statement; like you, the Anglican church has difficulty distinguishing between loving its enemies and agreeing with them.

Anti-Dawkins

Just as there is matter and anti-matter, there is Dawkins and Anti-Dawkins. And Anti-Dawkins is called John Lennox, MA, MA (Bioethics), PhD, DPhil, DSc, Professor of Mathematics at the University of Oxford and Fellow in Mathematics and Philosophy of Science, and Pastoral Advisor at Green College.

Dawkins Dogma. Looking for meaning in all the wrong places.

Richard Dawkins has a new TV series wherein he waxes lyrical on the patron saint of materialism, Charles Darwin.

“Over the next six weeks, I’m going to show you how evolution offers a far richer and more spectacular vision of life than any religion,” Dawkins intones, as the sea rolls in behind him, portentously.

“It’s hard to comprehend just how much suffering there is in the natural world,” Dawkins says, at the dead of night, eyes glowing night-vision green. “In the minutes while I say these words, millions of animals are running in fear of their lives, whimpering with fear. They are feeling teeth sink into their throats. They are injured. Starving. Or feeling parasites, rasping away from within. There is no central authority. There is no safety net. Animal life is about suffering, survival and death.”

Richard Dawkins is desperate to find meaning. Having abandoned the religion of his youth, he now seeks inspiration from evolution and proselytises the unwashed with evangelical fervour.

The problem is, however hard he tries, his argument is always circular: the ‘spectacular vision’ afforded by evolution can – by his own findings – be nothing more than a series of electrochemical reactions in a human brain, itself the product of accident. To call the electrochemical reaction ‘spectacular’ is to afford it value – a value that he appears to be trying to establish, but in reality is accepting on faith. If Dawkins is correct, the reaction is neither spectacular nor mundane: it is merely a mechanism.

Dawkins appears to want to comprehend suffering. Ivan speaking to Alyosha in Dostoevsky’s Brothers Karamazov, tries to prove that God cannot exist by saying:

“Imagine that you are creating a fabric of human destiny with the object of making men happy in the end, giving them peace and rest at last, but that it was essential and inevitable to torture to death only one tiny creature…and to found that edifice on its unavenged tears, would you consent to be the architect on this condition?”

Dawkins takes Ivan’s view. The argument against God, though, is again flawed by the unstated assumption that suffering is somehow ‘bad’ and happiness, ‘good’; at the very least the one is seen as better than the other. Since God’s existence is the only frame of reference that can give the concepts of ‘good’ and ‘bad’ meaning, the argument, while compelling on the surface, is self-defeating. Alyosha’s rebuttal to Ivan is not to offer a counter-argument, but to point out that Christ himself suffered and is with us in our suffering; considerably more comforting than, “There is no central authority. There is no safety net. Animal life is about suffering, survival and death”

To paraphrase Malcolm Muggeridge, the most primitive man worshipping a piece of coloured stone in the Amazon jungle is closer to the truth than someone like Richard Dawkins.

Saudi girl executed for becoming Christian

Reported in Israel Today
It’s tempting to try and understand something like this by labelling it as an act of insanity; in truth, how could it be anything other than demonic.

A young girl in Saudi Arabia was brutally executed by her Muslim father this week after he learned his daughter had converted to Christianity.

Middle East business news website Zawya.com reported that the man, who is a prominent member of a “virtue committee,” first cut out his daughter’s tongue and held a one-sided religious debate with her. He then burned his daughter alive.

Observant Muslims hold that their Prophet Mohammed taught that Muslims who convert to any other religion must be killed, often in extremely brutal fashion.

Solzhenitsyn's Warning

From Chuck Colson

The faculty of Harvard University admired Alexandr Solzhenitsyn for his literary achievements, so they were thrilled that he agreed to deliver the university’s 1978 commencement address. But almost as soon as he began to speak, the professors changed their minds: too late. As I wrote this month in Christianity Today, they realized that Solzhenitsyn was charging them with complicity in the West’s surrender to liberal secularism, the abandonment of its Christian heritage, and of all the moral horrors that followed.

For example, describing the Western worldview as “rationalistic humanism,” Solzhenitsyn decried the loss of “our concept of a Supreme Complete Entity which used to restrain our passions and our irresponsibility.” Man has become “the master of this world . . . who bears no evil within himself,” he announced. “So all the defects of life” are attributed to “wrong social systems.”

Solzhenitsyn argued that this moral impoverishment had led to a debased definition of freedom, which makes no distinction between “freedoms for good” or “freedoms for evil.” Our founders, he reminded us, would scarcely have countenanced “all this freedom with no purpose” but for the “satisfaction of one’s whims;” they demanded freedom be granted conditionally upon the individual’s constant exercise of his religious responsibilities.

Solzhenitsyn could hardly have imagined that, just 14 years later, the U.S. Supreme Court would enshrine this radical definition of freedom: “At the heart of liberty is the right to define one’s own concept of existence, of meaning of the universe, and of the mystery of human life.”

Solzhenitsyn also foresaw the rise of political correctness. “Fashionable trends of thoughts and ideas,” he said, “are fastidiously separated from those that are not fashionable.” He predicted this would lead to “strong mass prejudices” with people being “hemmed in by the idols of the prevailing fad.”

Could even Solzhenitsyn have imagined that sexual rights would in 30 years triumph over free expression, that academia would impose rigid speech codes, or that churches would be threatened with the loss of their tax-exempt status for opposing the homosexual agenda?

On that June day, 30 years ago, Solzhenistsyn predicted that, in time, we would become more concerned with the civil rights of terrorists than with our own national security. Could he have imagined that 30 years later to the week, the Supreme Court, in the case of Boumediene v. Bush, would uphold the civil rights of enemy combatants held at Guantanamo Bay?

Solzhenitsyn also charged the West with losing its “civic courage . . . particularly noticeable among the ruling and intellectual elites.” After all, he said, with “unlimited freedom on the choice of pleasures,” why should one risk one’s precious life in defense of the common good?

Three decades after Solzhenitsyn’s speech, Americans find themselves in the grip of violent and pornographic “entertainment,” growing censorship of unfashionable ideas, a new wave of isolationism, and a spiritually exhausted citizenry.

The solution Solzhenitsyn offered at the Harvard commencement was for a “spiritual blaze.” The question is, have we listened? Do we see signs of awakening? And is there still time to renew ourselves out of our “spiritual exhaustion”?