What I Read Online – 04/09/2013 (p.m.)

10 Apr
    • In May 1979, Margaret Thatcher moved into No. 10 Downing Street and changed the course of British history. Beyond this, Lady Thatcher changed the terms of debate on both sides of the Atlantic and left a legacy of leadership that should inspire generations to come
    • Baroness Thatcher once described her understanding of how the Christian faith should influence political philosophy and public policy. Speaking to the General Assembly of the Church of Scotland in May of 1988, Mrs. Thatcher argued that Christians “must not profess the Christian faith and go to church simply because we want social reforms and benefits for a better standard of behaviour; but because we accept the sanctity of life, the responsibility that comes with freedom and the supreme sacrifice of Christ.”
    • But if the Bible is God-breathed and profitable, a covenant document preserved in total for our good, then all of it stands over us with authority to define our true condition and diagnose our deepest needs
    • I particularly appreciated the comments of  one Mr. Clive Barger who had treated himself to a day’s holiday in order to mark the passing of “one of the vilest abominations of social and  economic history”.   So true, so true.  Compared to Thatcher the Snatcher of free school milk, Mao, Stalin, Hitler, Pol Pot, Attila the Hun, Genghiz Khan and good old Vlad Tepes, known to his friends and loved ones simply as ‘the Impaler”, look like extras from ‘Touched by an Angel’.
    • Put me in a den of atheists. Put me with those who hate me. Put me in a crowd of those who hate God and my Lord, Jesus Christ. My faith will remain. But put me in a crowd of those who are all calling on their God to save them from doubt, pain, and depression and my faith will be in quick-sand with them. Why? Because I don’t know what to do.
    • Suicide is a death unlike any other. You will imagine the thought, look, and pain of the one who is finally finished. You will picture the tears in their eyes and see them begin to pull the trigger.
    • The anchoring conclusion for me, with regard to Angie, is not the conclusion of many. Yet, I don’t know where else to go, biblically. Who is at fault? God is. Not me. Not my mom. Not my dad. And not even Angie. For some reason, in this fallen world, God allowed the darkness to rule her life to such a degree that she left this world with tears and cries to a God who was not going to show in the way we all so desired and prayed. His ways are not our ways. He is the one who works all things after the council of his will (Eph. 1:11), including leaving countless people in their pain as they cry out to him for relief.
    • If good can come out of the agony surrounding Matthew Warren’s tragic suicide, it’s that it forces the church to think through it’s response to mental illness and how to care better for those who suffer with it. I’m hugely encouraged by some of the initial responses to this terrible loss, and hope that it may mark a significant turning point in the church’s understanding of these complex issues, and turn the hearts and minds of many Christians to this large though often neglected and despised group in our churches and communities.
    • Thankfully, it was Thatcher, not Hill, who ruled the roost in Britain in the 80s.  She beat the Argentinians (ok, there is legitimate disagreement over the moral value of that, but at the time it was like a taste of heaven to a fourteen year old English schoolboy); she beat inflation; she beat that bombastic Stalinist Precambrian, Scargill (and thus settled the old score from ’74); and she spoke with blunt common sense.  More than that, she radicalised Britain and put the Establishment under such scrutiny and strain that she made the left drifting Labour Party look, well, conservative in comparison.
    • Yet she is dead.  The woman who defined the teenage years of many of us — and we all live a lot of our lives in our teenage years — has gone.   As I thought of Hill today, I also thought of the film, The Iron Lady, an elegy to the erosion of power and of life itself that aging brings with it.  The powerful woman laid low by old age.  Her story beckons us all.  When Thatcher ruled the waves, I was a teenage boy; and like all teenage boys, I thought I would live forever.  Now, approaching the age Mrs T was when she became Tory leader, I am not so sure of my immortality any more.   This is the land of lost content. 

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