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Promissory NotesMonday, 01-20-2025
Sometimes I collect and log thoughts I don’t want to discuss at full length. So you may consider today’s post a sheaf of promissory notes. Loving One’s Enemies. After the defeat of the Axis powers in World War II, the victorious Allies embarked on the Marshall Plan to help their former enemies rebuild their economies and institutions. I have sometimes wondered a victorious Israel might be able to accomplish something like that in Gaza. Of course such a plan could work only if Hamas were entirely uprooted and eradicated, for if permitted a hand in rebuilding, those currently in power in Gaza would rebuild nothing but the capacity for more terror. Unfortunately, it now looks as though Israel will not be permitted to finish the job, so my speculations are probably moot. A Marshall Plan for Gaza might have been impossible anyway, for it is much easier for the people of a territory to accept help from those who merely put an end to their campaign of extermination, as happened in Europe, than to accept it from the very people they had tried unsuccessfully to exterminate. But one may dream. The Administrative State. I carelessly remarked to someone the other day that the administrative state is out of control. What made the remark fatuous is that the administrative state is designed to be out of control -- to be as autonomous, as free from checks and balances, as anything in government can be. Elected officials pass by like rain showers; bureaucrats endure like glaciers. Laws are highly visible; regulations are too numerous to keep track of. Theoretically, legislators can override administrative decisions; in reality, they like having someone else to take the heat for them. Voters mutter against big government; but the agencies generate their own constituencies, which are much more highly focused and committed. So of course the administrative state is out of control. What else should anyone have expected? That it will one day collapse is a certainty. Whether it can be cut down to size before that happens is a much harder question. The Limits of Law. All law is premised consciously or unconsciously on moral judgments. Yet as Prohibition taught us, or should have taught us, law cannot punish every sin or suppress every vice, and attempting the impossible may make matters worse. Sometimes, when I make such observations, people draw the strange conclusion that even certain forms of murder should be legal. No, allowing people to kill the very young, the very sick, and the very weak isn’t like allowing people to drink more than is good for them. If we refuse even to protect innocent life, we may as well give up having any laws at all. In the case of abortion, a sounder deduction from the fact that law cannot punish every sin would be that only the practitioners of this grisly trade should be punished, not their dreadfully misguided clients. Leave the women to the judgment and mercy of God. As pro-lifers have always maintained. A Strange but Common Combination. Not long ago a young woman lambasted me for defending the Israeli effort to eradicate Hamas, declaring that I was championing murder. She insisted that all humans are naturally loving and peaceful – and yet at the same time, defended the rape and murder spree of the terrorists themselves, not to mention their other attacks and atrocities over the years. Am I alone in finding it difficult to reconcile these two views? She said I am a poor excuse for a Christian. No doubt I am. But I don’t think that’s why. Ears Too Pure to Hear Unwokeness. There is nothing surprising in the fact that people don’t like hearing views with which they disagree. The surprising thing is how difficult some folk find it to hear such views at all, even when their ears seem undamaged. For example, if I remark that men tend to be more aggressive and women to be more nurturing, I can expect to be told that I consider women inferior. No. In some ways they are superior. But I refuse to judge women by the standards of men – and to do that, I think, really is to consider them inferior. You aren’t indoctrinating me enough. Over the years, the distribution of my teaching evaluations has always been bipolar. I receive both strong praise and strong criticism, and not a lot in between. That hasn’t changed, and in most ways, neither has my teaching. What’s new is the character of some of the complaints. They used to focus on things like my grading, my assignments, or my lecture style. In recent years, though, I have sometimes been told that I’m a poor teacher because I’ve expressed skepticism about one or another conventional progressive dogma. One student, who didn’t even take my course, complained to my dean because he had hunted down my blog and didn’t like it. Parasitism. Deism is parasitic on Christianity. When people in a Christian culture lose their faith, they become Deists. But as Christianity loses cultural influence, people do not become Deists; they repaganize. That is, they no longer merely deny biblical faith -- they reject the natural law, place other gods in God’s place, and deny their need for His grace. It may seem strange that it is even possible to deny something like the natural law. Isn’t it a human universal? Yes, but our fallen condition produces two universals, not one. One is the law written on the heart, which is ultimately impossible to erase. The other is the desire to erase it, which is equally inexorable, for we are at war with ourselves. The best of the old pagan philosophers clearly recognized the first universal, but they were only dimly conscious of the second. They seemed to think that the problem was merely that some people aren’t virtuous enough.
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“The Best People”Monday, 01-13-2025
A young man in one of my classes ingenuously suggested that the educated and well-off are more virtuous than the poor. I wasn’t surprised that he held such a complacent view, but only that he so readily gave voice it. Among well-off people, this sort of thinking is no less common than it ever was, but nowadays it is impolitic to let it show. Such views have a history. Most political thinkers in most times and places have believed good character more prevalent among the well-off. They may have disagreed about which is more to be admired, the rich or the middle class, but they agreed in their suspicion of poor and working folk. Aristotle thought generosity required wealth, because the poor have nothing to be generous with. The Romans depended on men of wealth and good family, because they had leisure to attend to the affairs of the community. Thomas Jefferson located the mainstay of the republic in sturdy yeoman farmers, who had enough property for independence of spirit, but not enough to oppress those who had less. Alexander Hamilton was more impressed by “gentlemen of business,” who couldn’t be pushed around and had experience in getting things done. From time to time I hear people say that tycoons are more to be trusted than working people, because they are too rich to be bribed. Not all of this is mistaken. Certainly there are differences among classes and social groups, and there really are advantages to experience and education. But there is far, far less to these complacencies than meets the eye. The comfortable are not less prone to vice than poor and working people, but prone to different vices. A man from the slums is more likely to rob a convenience store. But a man from a gated community is more likely to embezzle. A mother on the dole is more likely to commit welfare fraud. But a bank examiner is more likely to defraud the bank. A poor man’s sense of humor is more likely to be crude. But a rich man’s is more likely to be arrogant. An uneducated bully is more likely to twist an arm. But an educated bully is more likely to twist the law. As to bribery, it isn’t through indifference to the chance of gain that one becomes a tycoon in the first place. And as to generosity, I will never forget the poor woman who invited me and my wife to sit down and share her cake.
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Why Should Ignoring God Matter?Monday, 01-06-2025
I’ve asked before why some people don’t think about God, or even about whether He exists. Let me change the question. Supposing that He does exist (you may not accept the supposition), then why would it be wrong to ignore Him? Most of the nonbelieving young people I know -- most of the nonbelieving old ones too -- have a pretty primitive view of Christianity. They think of it as based on the low motive of fear, and say people worship God only so that they won’t be sent to hell. And they say that if this God is really good, He wouldn’t send them to hell just for not abasing themselves before Him. Let’s consider these two arguments. As to fear. Scripture does say that the fear of God is the beginning of wisdom, but it also says that perfect love casts out fear. Plainly then there are two kinds of fear. The kind which perfect love casts out has traditionally been called servile fear, the anxiety of a sneaking menial who is afraid of being caught while he is stealing the silver. But the kind which is the beginning of wisdom has traditionally been called filial fear, the loving awe of a child for his papa. As to whether a good God would send anyone to hell. Whatever else hell might be, at least it is eternal separation from Him. But isn’t this just what someone who spurns God is choosing? Being “sent” to hell means merely getting what he wants. When he gets it, though, he won’t like it. I don’t know whether hell features literal flames. I suspect, though, that the hopeless misery of being eternally cut off from the wellspring of life and of joy in life is more terrible than corporeal fire anyway. One of the saints speculated that the flames of the damned are nothing other than the light of God’s glory as experienced by those who reject it. “Why would God care? An all-sufficient God wouldn’t need our worship!” Correct, but it isn’t for Him; it’s for us. Supposing that we really are made in God’s image (you may not accept that supposition either), then anyone who is alienated from Him is also alienated from himself. He cannot truly know who he is or what he is, and he cannot truly be free. To lose God, then, is to lose man. Do we really need another reason not to turn our backs on Him? “Yes, I do!” Very well, think of the matter like this. It is abhorrent beyond words to abandon those who have done us the greatest good. Disloyalty to my friend, unfaithfulness to my wife, ingratitude to my parents, treason to my fatherland -- such things cannot even be spoken of without shame, calumny, and disgrace. But what greater treason could there be than to turn traitor to the Author of our being, who is not only the Good above all goods, but the Source of all these goods? Why would you want to do that anyway? For He is the true Friend and origin of friendship, the true Bridegroom and origin of marriage, the true Father by whose name all earthly fathers are called. His kingdom is the true Homeland, of which our earthly homeland is hardly a shadow. Don’t any of these seem good things to you? And if we still need more reasons to admire what is so great and good, what's wrong with us? “But I don’t know all this to be true.” Perhaps not. But wouldn’t it be prudent to find out?
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On the Repetition of the YearWednesday, 01-01-2025
Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, "Do it again"; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, "Do it again" to the sun; and every evening, "Do it again" to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we. -- G.K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy
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If You Inquire …Wednesday, 12-25-2024
"If you inquire into the truth of His nature, you must acknowledge the matter to be human: if you search for the mode of His birth, you must confess the power to be of God. For the Lord Jesus Christ came to do away with not to endure our pollutions: not to succumb to our faults but to heal them. He came that He might cure every weakness of our corruptness and all the sores of our defiled souls: for which reason it behooved Him to be born by a new order, who brought to men's bodies the new gift of unsullied purity. “For the uncorrupt nature of Him that was born had to guard the primal virginity of the Mother, and the infused power of the Divine Spirit had to preserve in spotlessness and holiness that sanctuary which He had chosen for Himself: that Spirit, I say, who had determined to raise the fallen, to restore the broken, and by overcoming the allurements of the flesh to bestow on us in abundant measure the power of chastity: in order that the virginity which in others cannot be retained in child-bearing, might be attained by them at their second birth.” -- St. Leo the Great, Nativity Sermon II
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The Meaning of “I’m Not Religious”Monday, 12-16-2024
You won’t be surprised that religion comes up often in my courses. It would be surprising if it didn’t, since they include topics like religion and politics in American thought (ending with the culture wars), the intellectual influences on the American Founding (which included a lot more theology than you might think), and Thomas Aquinas (the great medieval theologian and philosopher). I encourage students to express their views, and even to be willing to disagree with me and with each other, so long as they are polite and give reasons for their views. Some students believe in God. I get that, though I may ask them how they arrived at their belief. Some students think there isn’t any God. I get that, though I may ask them what unconditional commitment, what ultimate concern, what “god” takes the place of God in their life. Some students aren’t sure whether God exists. I get that too, though I may ask them whether they are living as though He does exist or as though He doesn’t, and why. But other students say they don’t think about it. “I’m not religious.” And I don’t get that. You might think such students think plenty, but just don’t want to disclose what they’ve been thinking. That would be plausible if I had put them on the spot, for example if I had asked shy Miss Pickerell, “What do you think about God?” Usually, though, the statement “I’m not religious” is volunteered in general discussion, by people who would have been free to remain silent. “I’m not religious” expresses neither belief, disbelief, nor uncertainty. What then does it express? Does it express lack of interest? Suppose a large asteroid is on its way to earth, where it might wipe out all life upon impact. You ask me, “What do you think?”, and I reply “I’m not very astronomical.” It might be like that. Does it express a taste? Suppose I’ve accidentally ingested poison. You offer me the antidote, which happens to be flavored, and I reply, “I don’t much care for cherry.” It might be like that. Does it express a preference? Suppose I’ve been listening to Cardi B, and you’re getting ready to go to a Handel concert. You ask, “Would you like to come along?”, and I reply “I prefer a different kind of music.” It might be like that. Or does it express a personality trait? Suppose it’s flu season. You ask, “Do you think we’ll catch it?”, and I answer, “According to the Myers-Briggs personality test, I’m INTP, so it’s not likely that I think so, is it?” It might be like that. But such responses would miss the point. “God exists” is a truth claim. What believers mean by God is that on which everything else depends, that for which everything else exists, that in which all other meaning originates: That in Whom lies our sole chance of ultimate fulfillment. He isn’t a hobby. He isn’t a flavor. You might not believe that the Most Important Thing is real – but how is it possible that you don’t care either way? Maybe not caring isn’t possible. The very first sentence of the pagan philosopher Aristotle’s Metaphysics declares, “All men by nature desire to know.” Thomas Aquinas views the desire to seek the truth of things as baked into our being, right up there with the desire to share our lives with others in a way that makes sense. Plants preserve themselves. Male and female animals unite to carry on the species. Human beings do those things too, but we are more. We are rational animals. We can’t not want to know what is true and what everything means, and the greatest truth is the truth about God. If these thinkers are right, then the statement “I’m not religious” may reflect a sort of false consciousness. The person who utters it experiences the same impulse to know the truth of things that we all do. But he holds the urge down, seeks to divert it, tries not to think about it. What sense does it make to hold down our most powerful desire, the desire to know the Most Important Thing, and guided by that knowledge, to possess the Greatest Good -- to repress the very desire which indelibly stamps our nature as human?
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How to Love an Erring SonMonday, 12-09-2024
Even the strongest critics of the sweeping pardon of Hunter Biden are careful to praise the president for fatherly compassion. Compassion is especially due toward those to whom we are closest. But was the president truly compassionate? The feeling of compassion is not the same as the virtue of compassion. Feelings cannot steer themselves. That’s virtue's job. Some years ago, I caught a student cheating – hardly an unusual event. What was unusual was that his father came to my office about it. I wrote up a slightly fictionalized account of it for a webzine for college students, and it’s reproduced below. The real conversation was a lot more awkward, and this version has a better ending than the real one did. But maybe it will give some idea of what I think it means to love a gravely erring son. +++++ + +++++ "Professor Budziszewski? How do you do?" My visitor gave me his business card. "How do you do?" I glanced at the unfamiliar company logo and put the card in my pocket. "Are you a used textbook buyer?" He was smiling, but he didn't seem happy. "No, ah, the name's Hittite. Ralph Hittite." When I said nothing, he prompted "Father of Tom Hittite." Memory snapped into place. "Of course. My student. Please sit down, Mr. Hittite." I offered him coffee, which he refused. Again the ingratiating smile. "I understand, Professor, that you and Tom had a little disagreement." "There was no disagreement," I said pleasantly. "He whined a little, but I caught him with the goods." "The goods?" "Two pages of his take-home exam were from a 'free term paper' website. Another two had been copied from another student in the same course. The conclusion was copied straight from the encyclopedia. Without acknowledgement, of course." I gestured toward my desk. "Would you like to see the essay?" Mr. Hittite shook his head. "No, that won't be necessary." "What did you want to talk about?" "About his -- well, about his punishment." "Good. But he must have told you the university's arrangements. Were you referring to your own?" "My own?" "I mean how you're going to punish him. You do want what's good for him." "Of course, but --" "I thought so." "I don't think you understand me, Professor. I wanted to talk to you about your recommendation." "Mine?" I was taken aback. It hardly seemed my place to tell him how to discipline his son. I only knew that Tom Hittite lived at home and that he had cheated on my take-home exam. Still, his father had asked for my advice, and the least I could do was advise him. "Well, Mr. Hittite, if my son had been suspended for cheating, I'd tell him that the free ride was over. Until he was readmitted, I'd expect him to get a job and pay room and board -- at market rates. I'd also expect him to start contributing to the cost of his education. If acquiring knowledge means so little to a young man that he's willing to plagiarize the work of others, he needs to pay a higher price to learn its worth." "Professor -- I'm afraid I'm not making myself clear. It's your recommendation to the dean that I'm trying to understand." "Oh, I see," I replied. "Didn't Tom tell you about that? I recommended a one-semester suspension from the university. Of course he also gets an F in the course, but I don't need the dean's okay for that." Mr. Hittite shook his head. "It just seems all wrong to me." I nodded. "It does to me, too. Suspension for cheating should be automatic." "That's not what I mean." "What do you mean?" "Really, Professor! A one-semester suspension? Isn't that ridiculous?" "I agree with you," I replied. "When the university was founded, students caught cheating were expelled. That would never happen now. I considered recommending a full-year suspension, but the dean would never go for it." "Professor, are you telling me that my son's penalty should be even harsher than it is already?" Suddenly this strange conversation came into focus for me. "Mr. Hittite, are you telling me that his penalty should be even more lenient than it is already?" "Lenient is hardly the word I would have chosen." "What do you propose? No suspension, just an F for the course?" "Not even that." I was amazed. "An F for the exam but not the course?" "Why should he receive an F at all? Just have him write the essay over again. Give him a chance to prove himself." "He did have a chance to prove himself. He proved himself to be dishonest." "But the purpose of the exam is to find out how well he understands the material, isn't it? And you still haven't found that out." "That's right -- because instead of using his chance to show me, he cheated." "Shouldn't a young man even have a second chance?" "He does have a second chance." "But you said --" "Mr. Hittite, the second chance is that after Tom's suspension is up – if he is suspended, and there is no telling whether that will really happen[*] -- he'll be readmitted to the university on disciplinary probation. He can still get his degree; it will just take him four months longer to earn it. In the course of a whole life, four months is nothing. Honesty is a gain worth many times four months." Mr. Hittite didn't answer; he merely spread his hands in vexation. I began to see the problem; he simply didn't believe that his son should be held accountable. With such an upbringing, no wonder Tom cheated. "May I ask what you do for a living, sir?" "I'm a certified public accountant." "What would happen if an accountant were caught stealing?" "He'd lose his job. Probably his license. But Tom hasn't stolen." "He has. He stole credit for the intellectual labor of other people, and he tried to steal a grade." "That's no big deal." "I beg your pardon, but it is. Intellectual dishonesty in my vocation is like financial dishonesty in yours. Knowledge is a university's only reason for existence." "But Tom is just a boy!" "How old is he -- nineteen?" "Twenty." "That is pretty young, isn't it? I suppose you pick out his clothes for him in the morning." "Don't be absurd." "Well, no, I guess you wouldn't do that. But you choose his friends for him, don't you? And you tell him when to go to bed and whether to eat all his peas." "Of course not!" "Why not?" "For heaven's sake, he's an adult!" I folded my hands and let what he had just said sink in. He reddened slightly, but wasn't ready to quit. "I mean he's becoming an adult." "How does someone become an adult?" I asked. "By making a lot of mistakes," he answered. "That's what you don't seem to understand, Professor. Didn't you make mistakes when you were young?" "I certainly did," I smiled. "I started early, too. In childhood." "There, you see?" "You, too?" "Of course!" I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes. "I can still remember my first crime. When I was five years old, my parents took me to the grocery store and I stole a cherry. I'll never forget what happened next." "What happened?" "When my Dad saw what I was chewing, he marched me up to the produce manager and made me confess my crime. The two of them discussed in deep voices whether I should go to jail. I didn’t go to jail, but my Dad sure made me pay a price." I laughed. Despite himself, so did Mr. Hittite. It was a little tight, but it was a laugh. "So you too pursued a life of crime?" I asked. "Yes, but you got off easy," he said. "When I was ten and my father caught me stealing apples from our neighbor's tree, he took me to the woodshed. We still had woodsheds in my part of the country." We laughed again. "He said it would 'build character.'" I chuckled. "I guess it did." "Indeed it did. Yes, indeed." We were silent for a moment. "This is what I don't understand, Mr. Hittite. Don't you want your son to have character too?" He stiffened again. "I'm sure I don't know what you mean." "But you do. You told a wonderful story just now. But the moral of your story was different than the moral you told me a few minutes earlier. You said then that we become adults by making mistakes, but that's not how you and I became adults. We became adults not through doing wrong, but through being held accountable when we did." "As I told you," he said tautly, "I just want what's best for my son." "What's best for him is what your Dad gave you." "A twenty-year-old is too old to be taken to the woodshed, Professor." "You're right. But he's not too old for other treatment." Mr. Hittite continued smoldering. Why couldn't he see the point? "Did you resent your father for punishing you?" I asked. "Resent him!" He was offended. "I loved my old man." "Are you now afraid that your son won't love you?" It was just a shot in the dark. He stared at me. A full minute passed. Still stiffly, he said "So you don't think I should get him off the hook." "I think you should help keep him on it. For the sake of your love for him." Another few seconds passed. "He doesn't know I came here today." "Are you going to tell him?" He looked at me, considering. "Maybe not." Perhaps I had got through to him after all. I knew he'd never tell me. He stood up abruptly and put out his hand. "Well, thank you." We shook hands formally, and he left. _______ [*] As it turns out, the University didn’t accept my recommendation for even a one-semester suspension – and in fact, the University has never agreed to suspend any student whom I have ever caught cheating, regardless of the seriousness of the offense. Apparently the disciplinary authorities agree with Mr. Hittite. And Mr. Biden.
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