| Few things mean more to a writer than getting
mail, and I get lots of it — more than I have
time to answer. Nearly half is positive, which
is a gratifying amount considering that (as any
journalist will tell you) people are much more
likely to write when they’re mad. Some of it’s
moving, especially when people who felt they
were all alone in their beliefs thank me for
encouraging them or equipping them to speak
up. I remember what it’s like to be in their
place, taking on a hostile culture
single-handed (or so it seemed at the time).
But it’s the critical mail I want to talk about right
now. It tends to cluster into a couple of
categories, both of which warrant a few
comments — if only because many readers
probably run into the same sort of thing from
people they know.
The most common kind is the accusation of
bigotry: racism, sexism, homophobia, and that
handy catch-all charge, "hate." I seldom bother
to answer such missives these days; there’s
no real point to arguing with people who don’t
care to go deeper than name-calling. Besides,
they’re often strikingly careless readers, who
don’t take the time to understand the
argument I’m making and frequently assume I
take positions I neither state nor imply.
For example, when I wrote a piece taking Yale students
to task for heckling President Bush at
their graduation, some readers charged me
with being a Republican flunky who’d applaud
had the target been Hillary Clinton. Yet my
argument was not only nonpartisan, it
centered on objective standards that
transcend partisanship. "Good manners
aren’t about being civil to the people you like," I
wrote, "they’re about being civil to people you
don’t." (I might add that I especially dislike
hecklers who claim to share my views;
hecklers embarrass any cause, good or bad.)
I suspect my critics didn’t so much miss my
point as they presumed I couldn’t really mean
it; I had to have another, sinister agenda. Such
people must live in a terribly boring
world. If all your opponents can be dismissed
as villainous, you never get to engage your
mind in the energizing and rewarding process
of debating a worthy and honorable opponent.
Not that it’s illegitimate to point out
dishonorable motives if they’re in play: You
can’t understand, say, the abortion industry
while ignoring the roles of lust, selfishness
and greed. But if hunting for bad intentions is
all you do, you miss out on the wider
range of perspectives and motives that shape
debates. You do an injustice both to your
opponents and to yourself (growing
intellectually flabby isn’t exactly
self-improvement).
So I relish good, constructive criticism when I
get it. I enjoy the challenge, and I know I
benefit from understanding other
perspectives, regardless of whether I agree
with them.
Which brings me to the second category of
critical mail I get. Whenever I write a column
critical of, well, anyone — like Jesse Jackson
(adulterer, liar, swindler, professional racial
agitator) or Joseph Ellis, the
history professor who fabricated his own
history as a Vietnam vet — I’ll usually get
e-mails suggesting that the criticism is
unfitting for a Christian. Generally they
complain that I’m "judgmental" or "focus on
the faults and problems of others."
Though some of these writers are liberals
mainly offended by my politics, many of them
seem driven primarily by a sincere desire to
live by what they see as Christian ethics. I
respect them and find their comments a
healthy reminder for me to check my own
intentions.
But I do have to question how much of the
Bible they’ve actually read if they imagine that
strong criticism, or ridicule for that matter, is
inherently un-Christian. From Jesus’
denunciations of the "brood of vipers" and
Paul’s outburst at the "foolish Galatians" to the
sarcasm-drenched blasts of God’s prophets
(check out Elijah’s hoots at the priests of Baal
in I Kings 18), Scripture is anything but soft. It
contains thundering words of Law as well as
comforting words of Gospel, and it’s the
forcefulness of the former that drives us to
latter. You don’t know how badly you need a
Savior unless you recognize how thoroughly
you’re a sinner.
Though I’ve done some pieces emphasizing
repentance and forgiveness (those on Jane Fonda and Bobby
Knight come to mind), it’s true that my
writing tends to fall more on the Law side.
That’s primarily because I write about politics
and culture in a postmodern era that doesn’t
take sin seriously.
When I write about the likes of Jackson and
Ellis, it’s because they’re not just flawed
private citizens. Like Bill Clinton, they’re public
figures who both reflect and contribute to the
corruption of our culture. They have a long
history of offenses, and more significant, a lot
of enablers (academics, commentators,
political activists) who help them whitewash or
minimize those offenses. They’re not so much
violating society’s standards as setting the
standards — and lowering them.
I grant that dwelling too long on the Jesse
Jacksons and Bill Clintons of the world is an
invitation for some of us to bask in a sense of
superiority. But I think the greater danger to
Christians at this point is to sink into a soft,
squishy culture that coddles sin and makes
excuses for sinners. We shouldn’t mistake
that for forgiveness: it’s better described as
indulgence. For serious Christians, fighting
that trend isn’t just permissible; it’s a positive
duty.
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