Good afternoon from Westminster, MD!
I am a conservative and a believer in the power of Capitalism when it operates with a conscious. I am also a believer in equality for all and would now consider myself an “Antiracist”. To many people these two sentences seem to be in conflict. This fact is both saddening and interesting to me. This perceived dichotomy is earned in some cases and unfairly attributed in other cases. However, in whichever way this perception came to be, conservatives and Conscious Capitalists (the concept of Conscious Capitalism is described in John Mackey and Raj Sisodia’s book by the same name) need to change it. We need to become Antiracist Conscious Capitalists.
The problem with Capitalism at it pertains to racism is not inherent. In other words, Capitalism as a system is not built on a premise of racism. I strongly believe Capitalism is the best system for creating true opportunity and solving issues of poverty. Conscious Capitalism says all stakeholders should be taken into account, including employees, humanity, and the environment. It is a “socially responsible economic and political philosophy” as described by Mackey and Sisodia. Capitalism has allowed many people to build businesses and change lives, including my parents who have been blessed by and been a blessing to others through the business they started over thirty years ago. The problem is not Capitalism itself, but rather who has had access to the benefits of Capitalism.
As a white male, I have had full access to the benefits of Capitalism as did my parents. This does not mean it has always been easy, but it does mean that the system has provided me and my family with an incredible amount of opportunity over the years. I recognize that every person’s story is different and that some white people have not had the same opportunities I have been afforded. However, in general, the white community has been allowed to benefit from the fruits of Capitalism for many generations.
The story is different for many People of Color. Whereas my family had access to capital in various forms and were treated fairly by the system, many People of Color and Black people in particular have been systematically and/or functionally excluded from the system. This does not mean that some Black people and other People of Color have not benefited from the system, but the road they have taken to get there has been considerably harder than mine as a white male. By not allowing People of Color to equally benefit from Capitalism over the years, we have created injustice, inequality, and pockets of hopelessness and poverty. When we say People of Color should just “pull themselves up by their boot strings” we ignorantly discount their story and reality. Conscious Capitalism can work for all, but everyone needs to be given equal access to the opportunities it creates.
Our inability to recognize the systemic racism issues in our system as Conservative Capitalists is making our voice irrelevant and giving Capitalism a bad name. When we dismiss the impact systemic racism has had of People of Color, we reinforce the narrative that Capitalism is inherently racist and unjust. If we are unwilling to comes to terms with the fact that People of Color and Black people in particular have been excluded from the benefits of a Capitalist society, we are writing our own death sentence as influencers of society. However, it does not have to be this way.
We can choose to stand up and be Antiracist Capitalists. This means recognizing the injustice and inequality that exists, and equaling the playing field so that everyone can enjoy the benefits of Conscious Capitalism. This will require real steps and investments as a society, but the benefits far outweigh the costs. Imagine a society in which flourishing was possible for everyone? I see no downside – economically, social, emotionally – to a society in which everyone has the opportunity to thrive.
Racism costs everyone, not just its victims. You cannot sit on the fence. You are either against racism or for it, whether by commission or omission. I choose to be an Antiracist. I choose to be a Capitalist. I choose to believe they do not have to be mutually exclusive. Do you?
Good morning from Westminster, MD!
I typically use this space to write about hope, specifically the difference hope can make in this world. With some exceptions, these thoughts have come from my experiences and observations. This has generally been free from controversy- who wouldn’t vote for hope?
Over the past few posts, I have felt compelled to write about racial injustice and inequality, and my journey in coming to a greater understanding of its existence and implications. This has generally connected back to hope, especially as it relates to being created equal by a Creator who designed us for equal opportunity to live full and fulfilled lives. These topics are considered more controversial and even divisive by some.
I have found this interesting, but not completely surprising. As I have been on my journey of learning, I have been challenged and have had to ask myself difficult questions. How have I been so oblivious to the extent to which racial injustice and racism has been a part of our world? Where does racial bias exist in me? These questions can be inflammatory and discomforting, especially without the full picture. Like many, my assumption has been that my “non-racist” perspective and belief in the power of opportunity was enough. Since I am not a part of the problem, I am a part of the solution. By being “color blind” I am promoting unity, or so I thought.
As a Follower of Christ, I attempt to look at situations through the lens of Christ. My rate of success to that end is far from perfect, but such is life as an imperfect human. Reflecting on the question of racial injustice and racism, the parable of The Good Samaritan came to mind. If you are unfamiliar with the parable, it is found in chapter 10 of the Book of Luke in the Bible. As a parable, it is a story Jesus created to illustrate a point.
The parable is more or less about a traveler who is robbed and left, half-dead along the side of the road. Two “religious” people see him as they pass by on the road, but rationalize their way out of helping him. Following the two religious people, a third person, a Samaritan, passes by and decides to help the man, even paying for his care after helping him off the road. This would have been shocking to the listeners as Samaritans were considered outcasts at the time.
There are many applications to this parable, but a particular thought came to mind as it relates to injustice. A number of years ago, while listening to an interview with International Justice Mission founder Gary Haugen, I remember him saying in response to this parable, “if people keep getting robbed, someone needs to fix the road.” In other words, if we want to put an end to an injustice, we have to address the root cause of the injustice.
While it may be uncomfortable, this is why addressing the issues of racial injustice and racism is not divisive. If our goal is to create a world in which unity can truly exist, we have to address racial injustice and racism. This is what it looks like to fix the road. By shying away from the topics, we as Christ Followers are as guilty as the religious leaders in the Parable of the Good Samaritan. Yes, I did not rob the guy, but I am complicit in his robbing and future robberies if I am unwilling to help him and to do my part to fix the road. This needs to be our attitude toward racial injustice as Christ Followers.
Hope is found in fixing the road. If I believe everyone is created on purpose and for a purpose eliminating roadblocks that prevent the reaching of a person’s God-given potential is critical. This is a part of addressing practical and spiritual hope- removing the perpetuators of hopelessness. In fighting against racial injustice and racism, we bring greater clarity to the power of hope.
This is where true unity is found. Not in the absence of discomfort, but rather in the willingness to pass through the discomfort to reach a new reality. A reality of true equal opportunity and mutual admiration.
Good morning from Westminster, MD!
In my last post I wrote about my new perspective on the phrase “Black Lives Matter”. I also referred to quote by Martin Luther King, Jr. from his famous “I Have a Dream” speech in which he quotes the Declaration of Independence. The referenced line from the Declaration of Independence states, “We hold these truths self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness.”
In his speech, King says says he dreams of a day when our nation will live out this beautiful statement. As the 4th of July, Independence Day in the United States, approaches it is a great time reflect on the profoundness of this dream- A country, and maybe even a world, in which all people have equal opportunity to thrive. Why wouldn’t we want this dream to become a reality? What a picture of hope.
The hope found in this statement from the Declaration of Independence drove our Founders to put everything on the line to create a country that demonstrated these truths. For many it did and it created incredible hope. Unfortunately, for others it did not and it fueled hopelessness.
Instead of enjoying the benefits of new found freedom, the abuse of African-Americans through the system of slavery persisted. Unfortunately, even after slavery ended, systemic and systematic racism continued to put this freedom and the “American Dream” out of reach for most Black people. The land of opportunity was not, and in some ways, is still not the land of equal opportunity. However, the story is not over.
As I reflect on Independence Day as the “self-evident truths” found in the Declaration of Independence, I share the dream of Martin Luther King, Jr. I believe in the power of real hope, both spiritual and tangible. I want to live in a country and a world filled with that real hope. I want to live in a world that reflects my belief that each of us were created on purpose and for a purpose. I want to be able to say I did everything I could to make that dream a reality.
This is why our current moment in history is so important. We cannot let this opportunity to affirm the God-given value of all people by standing with our Black brothers and sisters pass us by. As a Christ Follower I cannot stand on the sidelines while fellow Creations of God are treated as “less than”. As an American, I cannot claim the words of the Declaration of Independence without seeking equality for all people, regardless of the color of their skin.
This Independence Day, let’s resolve to make the beautiful picture painted in the Declaration of Independence a reality, bringing and restoring hope to all people. Let’s create a world in which Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness is equally available to all. Let’s make Dr. King’s dream come true.
Good morning from Westminster, MD!
This morning I would like to invite you to join me on a journey. It is my personal journey as a white male living in rural Maryland and it is not complete. It is a journey of questions, self-reflection, and discovery. It is not a judgement of anyone, but rather an opportunity to share my own internal wrestling match in hopes that it can help someone else.
Black Lives Matter. It is a phrase that has become a lightning rod in many ways. I remember hearing it for the first time and thinking it seemed exclusionary and divisive. Yes, Black Lives Matter, but so do White Lives, Latino Lives, Asian Lives, Blue Lives and so on. Shouldn’t we be proclaiming All Lives Matter instead of only shining light on the value of one people group, I thought. Doesn’t this create a greater chasm between people than what already exists?
This was my thought process until recently. However, following the killing of George Floyd and the unrest that has followed, I have forced myself to ask some hard questions. Why does the phrase Black Lives Matter offend me, or at the very least why do I assume it is meant to divide? Why do I assume saying Black Lives Matter means All Lives do not Matter?
As I self-reflected the word “scarcity” entered my mind. Scarcity is generally thought of as the limited availability of resources. We typically think of it in the tangible sense such as a lack of food or money. Scarcity can sometimes lead to positive results evidenced by the business phrase, “scarcity drives innovation.” In other words, scarcity sometimes forces you to discover a new way of doing something because you have no other choice.
However, there is another type of scarcity, a scarcity that lives inside our mind. This is the scarcity with which I have been grappling and it is dangerous.
If I am honest, Black Lives Matter bothered me because I was living with a scarcity mindset. I, somewhere in my subconscious, believed there was a limited supply of significance and value. For Black lives to matter, my life would have to matter less. I was viewing it as a Zero-Sum Game. For their lives to gain significance my life would have to lose significance. Houston, we have a problem.
The trouble with this mindset is it flies in the face of what I say I believe at my core. It is contradictory to my belief that God created us all equal and with equal value and significance. If I believe in a God who desires the best for us and created us to live lives of value and significance, I cannot believe the supply of value and significance is somehow limited. I cannot believe in a tiered system of value and significance. I cannot believe it is a Zero-Sum Game. God is a God of abundance, not scarcity, and created an abundant supply of value and significance.
This has brought new meaning to Martin Luther King’s quoting of the Declaration of Independence in his famous “I Have a Dream” Speech. King said, “I still have a dream. It is deeply rooted in the American dream. I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up, live out the true meaning of its creed: We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.” If I claim to agree with these words, I cannot live with a scarcity mindset when it comes to the value of people’s lives. By saying Black Lives Matter it does not mean my life matters any less. There is enough significance for all of us.
Why not say “All Lives Matter” if they are all of equal significance? The unfortunate answer is, for generations, we as a world have lived with a scarcity mindset, and degraded and underestimated the value and significance of Black lives. As I have gone on this journey of learning about the roots and history of racism, I have been saddened by what I have discovered. The narrative promoting the inferiority of Black people has been a part of society for longer than I ever imagined. This has shaped our world and impacted the value attributed to Black lives. For us to one day be able to say “All Lives Matter Equally” we need to bring the value of Black lives up to their rightful, God-created place.
This is why I can now say Black Lives Matter and feel no offense. All Lives do matter and if that is true we need to eliminate our scarcity mindset and be willing to lift up the values of Black Lives without fearing anyone else’s life will somehow matter less. We need to shed light on how we have undervalued Black Lives so that we can equally value All Lives.
– James Belt
Good morning from Westminster, MD.
As I write this I do so with a saddened heart for where we find ourselves today. The unnecessary and tragic death of George Floyd in Minneapolis, MN is heartbreaking. What happened to George Floyd was wrong. There is no excuse for the actions taken by the arresting officer. While George Floyd may have deserved to be arrested, there is no justification for his death and the lethal force taken against him. To unnecessarily ignore a person’s plea for help demonstrates a disregard for the sanctity of life.
This should make all of us pay attention and ask ourselves some questions. Why did this happen? How did we get here? Where do we go from here? What responsibility do I have in the creation of a different future? These are not easy questions and the answers are more complex than we would like to admit.
I do not pretend to have these important answers. However, I do know finding them requires confronting the truth, no matter how uncomfortable, and having real and challenging conversations. The truth is systemic racism does exist and we are all impacted by it.
I do not know if the policer officer who killed George Floyd has racist leanings, I do not know the man, but I do know distrust between communities of color and the police has been fostered by the systemic racism that has existed in this country and around the world for generations. This certainly played a role in George Floyd’s death. Systemic racism through the suppression of opportunities for communities of color has created intergenerational poverty. Many people in these communities feel hopeless because we have not taken the steps necessary to correct the issues created by systemic racism.
I am impacted by systemic racism. I wish that was not true, but if I am going to be a part of the solution, I have to own my part in the problem. While I believe all people are created equal with a purpose and for a purpose, I cannot in good conscience say I never make assumptions about a person based on the color of their skin. I am most certainly still a work in progress.
In spite of these uncomfortable and ugly realities, all hope is not lost. In his I Have a Dream speech Martin Luther King, Jr. said, “Out of a mountain of despair, a stone of hope.” The pain of today can be a catalyst for the change of tomorrow. However, this will require much of us.
In his book Strength to Love King wrote, “Darkness cannot drive out darkness, only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate, only love can do that.” Driving out the darkness and hate of current racial divide will require us to choose to be a light and to choose love over pride. We need to be willing to own our part, both individually and institutionally. Owning our part, no matter how uncomfortable, will put us in a better position to find a way forward.
We also need to be willing to put aside our preconceived notions about people and communities that are different from us and instead take the time to truly understand each other. Knowing someone and their story completely changes the narrative. This was my experience when living in Nicaragua. Instead of seeing people as a project, they became fellow creations of God, as worthy and capable as I was of living a life of meaning but without the same opportunities I have been afforded. Getting to know people and their story allows us to love and understand them. Through mutual love and understanding, a common solution can be found.
The tragic death of George Floyd can just be another step toward hatred and division, or it can be a turning point toward love and change. The choice is ours. Will we own our of part in the problem? Will we lay down our pride, walk across the line, and begin to understand each other? Will we work together toward a better future?
In a speech given at Oberlin College, Martin Luther King, Jr. said, “The time is always right to do what is right.” Will we choose to do what is right today?
– James Belt
Good morning from Westminster, MD!
As I type today, we are coming up on two months of living in the COVID-19 reality. It feels both longer and shorter. Some days it is hard to remember what life was like prior to the global pandemic. Did we really go to restaurants and actually eat on-location? Did we go into stores, or anywhere else, without a facemask? The world has certainly changed and in some ways it will more than likely never be the same.
At the same time, this period of staying home and taking extra precautions has flown by. It is hard to believe we are approaching mid-May after enduring this new reality since mid-March. Despite the shutdown, life, and the days, continue to move forward.
Despite being months into this worldwide crisis, there are still a lot of unknowns. When will this end? What will life look like on the other side? Will there be a resurgence of COVID-19? Will I or someone I love get sick? The uncertainty leads us to a dangerous four-letter word: FEAR.
Fear can be crippling in many ways. As someone who has struggled with anxiety, I have experienced the adrenaline, discomfort, and panic fear can create. It can hijack our minds and pollute our thought life. Fear can keep us from moving forward, making the next step unclear and seemingly fraught with danger. Fear is a powerful emotion and destructive to our wellbeing if it becomes our default setting.
While fear is a dangerous four-letter word, it pales in comparison to another four-letter word: HOPE. Hope, like fear, is a dangerous word. In fact, it is far more powerful and, therefore, far more dangerous. Hope can kick fear’s butt (yup, I said it). Where fear cripples us, hope reenergizes and renews us. When fear tries to destroy us, hope can give us the resolve we need to fight on. Hope is a dangerous word.
How do I know this is true? Well, personal experience in my journey with anxiety, but it would be easy to dismiss that as unique to my situation. However, there are far more convincing arguments. Throughout history, when people have been attacked and held captive in one way or another, one of the first order’s of business for their enemy is to destroy their hope. From slavery to war to genocide to prisoner-of-war camps, eliminating hope and spreading hopelessness has been used to gain great power over others. This strategy has been used over and over again because of how effective it is at crippling its victims, holding them captive in a mental prison of despair. Fydor Dostoevsky said, “To live without hope is to cease to live.”
Fear is not the end of the story. Despite its power, hope can overpower it every time. While fear has been used to hold people down, hope has been used to break those chains and create a new tomorrow. Martin Luther King, Jr. said, “We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope.” Franklin D. Roosevelt said, “We have always held to the hope, the belief, the conviction that there is a better life, a better world, beyond the horizon.”
While both men did not live to see the ultimate impact their hope would have on their battles, King against racial injustice and FDR in World War II, the end result is undeniable. Facing fear, they did not lose hope. In hope they attacked the fear that opposed them and overcame. The hope they held provided hope to others and changed the world.
This is a great lesson for us as we navigate this global crisis. Fear is rampant, but it does not have to win. We are a resilient people created with intention and for a purpose by a God who loves us. We have faced great enemies before and overcome. We will do the same with COVID-19. The pandemic of fear created by the global pandemic may want to hold us captive, but it has a stronger enemy. Another four-letter world. Hope.
– James Belt
Good morning from Westminster, MD!
The definition of the word “journey” as stated by Merriam-Webster is, “something suggesting travel or passage from one place to another.” We often use this word to describe life and rightly so. Whether it is a particular period of time in our life, or the entirety of our life, it does feel like a journey.
Sometimes we are passing through an easy stretch of the road- the sun is shining, the path is clear, birds are singing, and the scenery is beautiful. Other times the journey feels a little more like driving through the mountains in a snow storm- the wind is blowing, visibility is near zero, every inch of the road is a battle, and it feels like it might never end. Then, there are the moments when the journey is just confusing- it does not feel particularly difficult, but the next step is not particularly clear. Of course, there are about a million other scenarios I could use to describe life, but the fact is it always feels like a journey.
As we collectively go through a particularly challenging stretch of the “road” created by COVID-19 and its impact on our lives, it has led me to reflect on this idea that life is a journey. If life is a journey, what can I learn from this leg of trip? What can it teach me about how I approach the rest of the journey?
First, no matter where we are on the journey, “we” are always on the journey. In other words, we are one of the few constants on this journey called life. Whether easy or hard, smooth or rocky, enjoyable or painful, we are a always a part of the story.
Second, we do not have to travel alone, even in the age of social distancing and quarantining. Community is incredibly important to the human soul, especially when passing through the challenging moments in life. One of the primary impediments to real community and connection is the inability to be authentic and vulnerable. This has been a huge struggle for me over the course of my life, and often unintentionally. Vulnerability is not easy and authenticity requires you to be self aware, which can be a struggle. However, true community can make all the difference in the journey.
Spiritual community is another important element of my journey. Having community with the God who created me has altered my journey in ways I cannot even describe, including the ability to have hope in challenging moments such as our current reality.
Third, every moment on the journey presents an opportunity and a choice. There are many elements of the journey that we cannot control, both good and bad. Many of the circumstances we encounter in life are not chosen. No one would have chosen to go through the COVID-19 pandemic. No one chooses to lose of a loved one or to experience loss and failure in some other way. Many good moments in life are outside of our control as well. I do not “choose” the sunny day at the beach, but I do experience it.
However, we do have a role to play in each of these moments. Whether good or bad, each leg of the journey provides an opportunity to make the most of the road ahead. This opportunity requires us to make a choice. How will we choose to walk the path ahead? What will we carry with us from the stretch of road we have already taken? How will we emerge from our current section of the journey? This choice is not always easy and, many times, does not come without pain, but neither does the alternative. This is because we are always making a choice. Whether you choose to make the most of it, or to drift through it in hopes of survival, you are making a choice.
The question then is why not take this opportunity to choose to come out of this challenging stretch of the journey even stronger and more prepared for the road ahead? You are on the journey, whether you like it or not. It might, and probably will, require some authentic community defined by vulnerability to make it happen. You are making a choice, standing still is not an option. What will you choose?
My hope and prayer is to emerge from the COVID-19 pandemic even more hopeful and excited for the journey ahead. I hope the same is true for you!
– James Belt
Good morning from Westminster, MD!
I have always looked forward to Easter. If I am honest, it probably has a lot to do with the amount of candy involved in the holiday celebration- I LOVE jelly beans! I also have very fond memories of hunting for Easter Eggs. Again, the candy was a draw, but so was experiencing the newness of spring that surrounded me as I searched for pastel-color, plastic eggs. The grass was newly green, trees and plants were blooming, the rays of sunshine were seemingly a little warmer than they were just a few weeks prior. There is something special about the emergence of spring and all that comes with it.
Now with a 3-year-old daughter and a 18-month-old son, Easter 2020 was going to be another joyful occasion full or Easter Egg Hunts, family and friends, church, good food, and, of course, jelly beans! Enter COVID-19. Everything changes. Most of the world is effectively on lockdown. Social gatherings are severely limited to not permitted. Easter Egg Hunts are still possible, but now significantly toned down from my childhood memories of me and my many cousins descending on my grandparent’s yard like a bunch of ants. Thankfully, jelly beans are still in the mix and church is available online, but most of what defines Easter for me looks a lot different in 2020.
Interestingly, there is one element of my Easter experience that has not been impacted by COVID-19 and its fallout- the newness of spring. Trees and flowers are still blooming. Grass is turning green. The sun feels a little bit warmer. The rebirth that happens to the Earth in my part of the world in spring continues on, unencumbered by the chaos that surrounds it.
This picture of encumbered newness and rebirth provided by spring is a beautiful reflection of something else that has not changed this Easter. Despite the chaos, fear, and uncertainty present in our world today, the message of Easter has not changed, and has maybe even been highlighted.
Easter is the ultimate picture of undeterred newness and rebirth. In Paul’s letter to the church in Rome he wrote, “You see at just the right time, when we were still powerless, Christ died for the ungodly. Very rarely will anyone die for a righteous person, though for a good person some might possibly dare it die. But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.” (Romans 5:6-8) Paul is saying Jesus came and died so that we could live a new life. He was not deterred by our imperfections, the pain and suffering required, or the plans of others. Jesus came to offer a broken world newness and rebirth, and nothing was going to stop him.
This is what we celebrate at Easter. At a time when very little appears to right in our world, we can know that God’s love for us never changes. With or without COVID-19, God desires us to experience the new life that is found in Christ. As you look at the rebirth happening in the trees and plants around you this spring, be reminded that you have the same opportunity to find newness and rebirth in Jesus. Maybe in 2020, when most of what we know appears to be broken, we can find even more hope, peace, and wholeness in the message of Easter.
– James Belt
Good morning from Westminster, MD!
As I shared my post two weeks ago, measures to control the spread of COVID-19 were just starting to be taken in my area. From a canceled 5k, to online-only church, to social distancing recommendations, the restrictions seemed more like short-term inconveniences than lifestyle altering changes. However, two weeks later, many businesses are not operating, grocery stores cannot keep items on the shelf, and going out to a restaurant is a thing of the past. Life has changed and uncertainty seems to rule the day.
Where does hope fit into all of this? That is the question that comes to mind as I ponder our current reality. In the midst of fear and uncertainty created by an unseen but real threat, how do we avoid a tailspin into despair and hopelessness? In some ways, that is the default path. If we allow ourselves to drift, we are very likely to drift into a path of anxiety, depression, and negativity. So how do we avoid the drift?
For me, it comes back to our anchor of choice. Much like a boat, our ability to stand strong depends on the ability of our anchor to hold up to the current. In other words, which force is stronger- our anchor or the current?
This is where hope comes in. If our hope is anchored to something that has been threatened by COVID-19 and the fallout it created, we are certain to drift. If your anchor is moving in the current, being pushed toward hopelessness and fear, you have very little choice but to follow. Whether it is your job, your health, your finances, or any other number of great, but temporary “hope anchors”, they are only as helpful as their ability to remain steady. Unfortunately, as COVID-19 has shown us, they are not nearly as steady as we would like to imagine.
I do not pretend to have this all figured out. Just like everyone else, I have dealt with anxiousness and uncertainty over the past two weeks. However, I have not lost all hope. This is not because I know what is going to happen or because I am ignoring the current situation. It is because my hope is anchored to something stronger than the “current” created by our present realities.
The longer I live, the more clear it becomes that anchoring our hope in the only truly solid foundation, the God who created us and love us, makes all of the difference. In moments when everything else is moving, we need something that holds strong. The writer of the book of Hebrews in the Bible wrote, “This hope is a strong and trustworthy anchor for our souls. It leads us through the curtain into God’s inner sanctuary.” (Hebrews 6:19, NLT) The writer is saying that through Christ, we have access to the God who made and sustains everything, and desires the best for us.
Hope grounded in someone who does not change and always desires the best for us, no matter the circumstances, is hope that can sustain us through anything. Yes, the challenges are big and real, but they are smaller the God who anchors me so all hope is not lost.
There is light beyond the darkness of today. Let’s anchor our hope in the one Foundation that will allow us to stand strong and tall enough to see it.
– James Belt
Good afternoon from Westminster, MD!
Last time we left off asking the question, “Why does practical hope make a difference?” We continue that discussion today with a story from my life.
When I was around eleven years old, my family moved from Columbia, Maryland back to the town in which I was born, Reisterstown, Maryland. This move meant a change of school systems. I was also moving from elementary school to middle school. This was a pretty traumatic move for a young, “husky”, self-conscious kid. I may have cried a time of two – or every day – at school for the first couple of months, but that is a different story.
School to this point had been full of ups and downs for me. I can still remember when my first-grade teacher told my parents that I was not a good student, basically insinuating that I was not very smart. Having been told this, I did not really see myself as someone who was exceptional at learning, although I did okay in school. My memories are not super vivid, but I do know that I saw myself as a mediocre student who just had to try to make it through school. I would never be one of the smart kids.
Going into middle school, the subject with which I struggled the most was English, specifically vocabulary, reading, and writing. The irony that I am now writing this does not escape me. In addition to seeing myself as an average student at best, I was also set back by the fact that the school system I came from was significantly behind in their English curriculum compared to my new school. To say that this did not help my self-confidence is an understatement. It seemed that I was destined to be a “dumb kid” (is that not PC? Oh well), a term mercilessly used by middle school kids.
It is amazing what experiences and thoughts like this can do to a person, especially a young person. I sometimes wonder why people who grow up in a caste system such as the one present in India just accept their “place” or “lot” in life. If the system says that they are worthless and below everyone else because of who their parents are, and their parents’ parents and so on, they never challenge that reality. The mindset, “I am who I am and will never be anything else” takes over. It is remarkable what the words and beliefs of others can do to our view of ourselves, both good and bad.
While I can in no way relate to a person who grows up in such an oppressive society, I can appreciate the impact being “slotted” has on a person. I was below my classmates and that was just who I was.
Thankfully, my parents and grandparents did not see things that way. Instead of accepting that I was destined to be a poor student, my parents decided I just need a little coaching. They saw me as worth the investment. This investment started with sending me to testing to determine how behind I actually was. After testing, not my favorite thing at the time, it was determined that I needed intensive tutoring from an English teacher. Fortunately, my parents knew just the person, my grandmother.
Betty Jean Belt, or Grandmom to me, had been an English teacher for many years before retiring to focus on a number of social projects. Grandmom was a strong woman who was up to the task of coaching a punk pre-teenager who thought he was destined to a life of “less than”. On a side note, if you had the opportunity to meet my grandfather you would know how strong and patient my grandmother truly was. People often say I inherited some of his personality. I guess it is good that my wife, Jen, has a lot in common with my Grandmom.
As you can imagine, I was not super excited about spending my afternoons studying the English language. I am still haunted by the strange plastic-like lamination smell that emanated from the flashcards in the back of the book. That did not discourage my grandmother. She believed in me and my ability to lean, and was committed to showing me that I should believe in myself.
Off we went- through more of those smelly flashcards than seems possible and enough workbooks to fill a bookshelf meant to hold a set of the Encyclopedia Britannica. Day after day, my grandmother invested in me and my future. Slowly but surely, I began to respond to her astute teaching. Our hard work began to pay off at school as I began to catch up to my fellow students. I began to realize that I was not destined to a life of being uneducated.
That does not mean it did not take a few years to fully take root. I was a bit of a terror in middle school, which was in part fed by my belief about who I was. However, I was at the beginning of a journey with a much different perspective as to the potential ending.
This change in perspective was challenged a number of times, but the most memorable came from my college professor. We will pick up with that story next time.
– James Belt