- The Washington Times - Tuesday, December 16, 2008

ANALYSIS/OPINION:

ANALYSIS/OPINION:

OP-ED:

As we enter one of America’s bleaker mid winters - though not so bleak as the winter of 1777-78 at Valley Forge, nor the winter of 1941-1942 after Pearl Harbor and then Wake Island - please permit me to lapse from the secular and material for a moment to an old memory.

I was out Christmas shopping with my 11-year-old daughter in empty stores last week, when the refrain of an old hymn, un-summoned, played in my head. It was a song and a melody from my youth that is not sung these days in the smart suburban churches we have attended (nor in the Mall musak):

“So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross,

Till my trophies at last I lay down;



I will cling to the old rugged cross,

And exchange it some day for a crown.”

Perhaps those words will hearken in your mind the homely but touching melody that George Bennard composed to support his beloved hymn, The Old Rugged Cross - almost a hundred years ago now - in 1913.

Of course, at a moment when our real estate has become worth less than our mortgages, when our stock values are cut in half, when everyone from out of work construction workers to until-recently billionaires are feeling the sting of material contraction, the phrase “till my trophies at last I lay down” has an added pungency. We have not so much laid them down, as had them grabbed from our greedy grip.

And, yes, many will “cling” to the old rugged cross (or others to their ancestral Star of David, or the words of the Buddha, or the rituals of the Dharma, or other peaceable salvations of the soul.) Of course, we should cling to our spiritual values in good times and bad. But being fallen creatures as we are, in the good times too many of us give ourselves up to the corporeal pleasures of materialism and the fatted calf. And, when materiality fails and the wolf is at our door, understandably we frantically seek to keep our “trophies” in our slipping grip.

And it is well that we should try. Judeo-Christianity’s triumph over the millennia is, in part, attributable to the fact that ours is not a fatalistic faith. By our own gumption and intelligence and faith and action (being created in the image of our Lord), we can make a difference. Not everything abides in the sweet by and by. (Oh, what the heck, I just love the old hymns: “There’s a land that is fairer than day, And by faith we can see it afar; For the Father waits over the way to prepare us a dwelling place there. In the sweet by and by, We shall meet on that beautiful shore; In the sweet by and by, We shall meet on that beautiful shore.”) So, yes, before we get to that beautiful shore, we should continue to scheme and argue about the size and content of the stimulus package and whether to bail out our native car industry.

But, the back story to Washington’s December bailout efforts is, as ever, the struggle between those who dream of “ruling” Americans with unending and intrusive diktats (i.e liberals) - and those who merely wish to govern a free and independent people (i.e. conservatives). To lapse again into ancient memory, I remember a slogan of the rugged individualistic conservative Barry Goldwater from his 1964 presidential campaign against the FDR liberal Lyndon Johnson: This country needs “a leader, not a ruler.” I used to carry that slogan around on a 12-inch ruler - to the glare of my liberal school chums.

The great, difficult question that conservatives and moderates in Washington are grappling with this winter is how to govern in such a way as to try to protect our material well-being without sliding into ruling us in a way that diminishes our freedom.

I believe that even we free market conservatives should support bold - even perhaps reckless - efforts to halt the slide into depression. The sheer magnitude and duration of the human agony that would follow demands that we temper our theories with the hope that bold governmental action might yet save the material day.

But, finally, the trophies of this life must be laid down. And our first duty is to the spiritual salvation of our nation. An America without freedom is an America not worth a future.

As we celebrate the birth of the Prince of Peace, Washington is slouching towards a policy of liberal corporate fascism. Congressionally appointed “car czars” and energy policies born out of the head of that all-too-human Al Gore, must be resisted at all risks.

Spiritually, I plan to cling to that old rugged cross. Politically, I will cling to that old rugged Constitution.

Tony Blankley is a syndicated columnist.

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