Inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the
foundation of the world.
For I was hungry and you cut my food stamps;
I was thirsty and you gave me a fracked aquifer;
A stranger and you erected a fence against me;
Naked and you gave me your dirty castoffs;
Ill and you defunded my health care;
In prison and you profited from me.
With apologies to St. Mathew
I don't know what
has come across my country.
We have always had a
thread of selfishness about us, but we also had the sense that we should help
each other as well. Maybe it's because we haven't had a world war or economic
depression to remind us that we are all vulnerable to the same threats to our
lives and well-being. But we certainly have come a long way from the days of
social cohesion born of necessity.
In my hometown, the
first credit union in the country was opened by immigrants who didn't trust
their money to the institutional banks run by the "English." They
contributed their nickels, quarters and dollars into a common fund, then lent to
each other at affordable rates. Don't pay your bills and you had the community
to answer to. The loan payments were fed back into the common fund,
strengthening the community rather than profiting some high-falutin' executive
at a faceless bank with no ties to the community, nor any interest in the
community's health.
We have come a long
way from the days when people banded together for the common good. Today, we
are more likely to advocate for our sacred rights to stand apart and alone --
to do what we want with our properties, to fire our guns at anything that moves,
and to be vulnerable to the concerted efforts of corporate and political
interests that only have their own interests at heart. We clamor to dispossess
those at the bottom of the economic ladder, while congratulating the vultures
perched at the top for their great perspicacity and good sense to have
inherited wealth from their grandparents.
But where the irony
really hits the fan is that many of the rapacious at the top and
self-destructive at the bottom claim to be representing Christianity. There's
no better indication that my countrymen have confused American-style capitalism
with the faith of Jesus Christ than the recent imbroglio about the ACA -- a bill that would halt the predatory
insurance practices that have bankrupted thousands of American families unable
to afford healthcare, and have led to the premature deaths of many others who
have exceeded their lifetime caps.
Now I don't think
that being Christian means Americans have to martyr themselves economically to
pay for medical care for all. If covering all Americans was a budget-busting
guarantee of economic insolvency for the nation, then we would need to think
twice about whether we were being wise. But the ACA is not a budget-buster, and
was been crafted to have minimal impact on the deficit. There is no martyrdom or threat to our way of
life if another 30 million people are covered. Quite the contrary.
At the end of the
day--at the end of the age--we will be asked simple questions. Not how many
times we attended Mass, nor our score at the firing range, nor how many
votes we got or how many dollars we raised for our political party, nor how many
square feet were in our second homes. We will be asked whether we did what we
could to help the hungry, thirsty, alien, naked, sick and imprisoned.
The degree to which
Americans can align their answers to
those questions with their political passions is the degree to which the
nationalism that burns in their breasts is in line with the tenets of our
Savior, whose ethics cross class, social, national, political, and economic
barriers.
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