For years, America lived in blissful ignorance of the fact that a minority of Middle Eastern and Central Asian Muslims were working with extreme dedication to overthrow their government and the governments of their allies. Bombings in various countries against various U.S. targets went mostly unnoticed by the American people until four airplanes leveled one of the most recognizable landmarks on the shores of the Western Hemisphere, severely damaged the military headquarters of our armed forces, and burned a farmer’s field to crisp. At that point, America embarked on a conflict that is possibly the most difficult we have ever faced. It bears little resemblance to previous wars we have fought, but underneath the surface, it holds as much danger as any in the past.

World War I, a conflict that is mostly forgotten by the peoples of the world today, forced the American government of that time to equip itself for global combat. World War II ended with only two countries powerful enough to help the world out of the ruin it had unleashed on itself. Those two nations, the Soviet Union and America, had very different visions of where that involvement would lead. Thus began the Cold War, a war of patience, assassinations, revolutions, and words. When that war ended, something emerged that was far worse than the visions of nuclear holocaust that had haunted the previous generation. Perhaps you think this is hyperbole but it isn’t. For everyone on earth to suffer horrific death is a terrible fate indeed. But for the technological powers of the future to be wielded by evil men alone opens darker possibilities. A nuclear holocaust would simply destroy, but a global evil, victorious through propaganda and in the possession of weapons that can sweep away any counter-movement for good is a deeper nightmare.

How could this come to be? After the days of September the 11th, it was hard to imagine any outcome except complete victory for the U.S. and its allies. After all, our enemies were outnumbered, lacked the capacity to do us critical harm, and faced the power of the greatest military on earth. But after the glorious victory over the Taliban and the ignominious retreat of Bin Laden and his “holy” warriors, a new awareness grew in the American people of the world in which they lived. September 11 had revealed the enmity of Middle Eastern Muslims, but as the day approached for the liberation of Iraq, America realized a pivotal truth: the world was against us.

Anti-Americanism is a terrible thing. It is terrible primarily because there is far more to hate about other countries than there is to hate about America. Americans have often been criticized for overzealous patriotism, but these critics forget that America has more reasons to be loved than most nations in the history of the world. America has been given many gifts. It has also given many gifts to others, and in a fallen world this constitutes a crime because those who were given the gifts are angry that they don’t have them all. America is rather like a Julius Caesar, beloved by the people, victorious in battle, magnanimous (for the most part) to ones less fortunate than himself, and hated by those who view this better man as a threat to their own self-esteem. In the prelude to the Iraq War, America began to see those same senators draw their daggers and circle an unsuspecting Caesar. Why did France prefer a mass murderer to an American? Why does Russia sign secret contracts with tyrannical fanatics and blast American society? And why do 90% of the world and their dogs side with these countries and not with us? Were we always hated like this?

No. But when we were accepted, it was the kind of acceptance given to a newcomer whom everyone considers to be a naive, but harmless idealist. When that newcomer showed that he intended to right the wrongs the old timers had winked at, only then did the real enmity begin. This is the chief danger facing us today, and it has played a pivotal role in the crucial question of the Terror War.

After 9/11, the U.S. effectively stunted a good part of Al Qaeda’s global capacity as a terrorist organization. But the high profile nature of the conflict served to augment an unforeseen angle. That angle was anti-American in nature. Before 9/11, Al Qaeda was just one of many organizations bent on U.S. and Israeli decimation. Now, it has become the front for a broader movement in the Third World that is supported by millions across the globe. This makes it more powerful but not necessarily more effective. Terrorism is marked by two eccentricities: 1. Its foot soldiers, though dedicated to the point of death, are unbalanced individuals, and 2. Their leaders keep them in the dark and usually maintain their position as leaders. Mohammed Atta had no hopes for promotion. He was going to die. Bin Laden is as high up as he can get. He will not die if he can help it.

This broader movement which has been triggered by the American acceptance of Al Qaeda’s challenge is more a coalition of previously separate entities than a grassroots response to America’s military endeavors. Inside that coalition are states and groups that, while under other circumstances would not be on the best of terms, are fused by a common goal: the defeat of America.

Iran is among this coalition. It is made different from all other members because of this single feature: it is ruled by terrorists. Any other Middle Eastern country that could be raised as an example of terrorist sponsorship is ruled by tyrants and monarchs who, though irreligious, have an interest in seeing their terrorist constituencies appeased by anti-American and Israeli activities. Iran is, in every sense of the word, a “home-grown” project of the terrorist movement with a president who is suspected to have a past in their ranks. It is the foremost terrorist sponsor in the world, and it’s population, though oppressed and defiant, has a substantial minority of fanatical followers who are dedicated to the success of the terrorist state.

Why is Iran important? Right now, multiple officials from Israel and the United Nations have stated that this regime is perhaps only months away from possessing a nuclear weapon. Why is this so critical? Because Israel, Iraq, and Afghanistan are right next door. The blood and treasure we have spent on these three countries alone is massive and in the latter two lies our hope for victory in the Middle East.

The strategy of the U.S. up until this point has been two fold: 1. Eliminate terrorists and the states who sponsor them, and 2. Do this primarily by spreading democracy and freedom in the Middle East. Only by accomplishing the latter will we succeed in the former.

Iraq is the center of this policy. Its location at the heart of the Middle East was not chosen by accident. If we can, through freedom, change the heartland of the Middle East, perhaps we can change the hearts of everyone in it. Patience is key as we wait for the full bloom of democracy in Iraq. But as our Great Experiment unfolds, the terrorists have their own Experiment, one that, if it succeeds, will spell almost certain doom for our own. If Iran gains a nuclear arsenal before Iraqi democracy is fully secure, it will redouble its terrorist activities, and through blackmail, rock the new government to its core. If, however, Iran does not gain a nuclear weapon before the fever for democracy takes hold, the people of Iran, who are already actively working against their oppressive government, could rise up and overthrow that regime, providing peace for the region.

This is the final phase. If Iran succeeds, we fail in Iraq. If Iraq fails, we lose the Middle East. If we lose the Middle East, we lose the war. If we lose the war, we lose our security, and if we lose our security, we lose everything. The stakes are high in this new millennium. We are at a tipping point, one that has been building ever since Al Qaeda declared war on us. They have been fighting us for most of my life. We have been fighting them for four years.

The question remains: Iraq or Iran?

© 2005 Benjamin Wolaver

You once could buy limes for a dime
But money has changed over time
Our dollars are paper
The coins are a caper
O isn’t the Fed just sublime?

© 2005 Benjamin Wolaver

Once considered the ‘Great Experiment,’ American democracy has become the “Great Standard” by whose light all other nations are examined. In this time of war, we have recognized that freedom is synonymous with peace. If government of the people must be government by the people, then freedom of the people must be freedom by the people. Freedom resides in the hearts of individuals whose collective convictions form the spirit of a nation. Religion is pivotal in defining the culture and morality of a society; the morality of a society is vital to the adherence to the rule of law; the rule of law is essential to peaceful democracy.

However, men write laws, and what sort of man must the people choose to write the laws that rule them? Will voters be seduced by the politician who exploits the violent passions of the masses? Or will they have the wisdom to choose leaders who appeal to reason and are guided by love? When given the chance to man the ship of destiny, will they select the path of truth or will they embark on a course toward tyranny? These are the questions to be determined in a nation’s transition to democracy, for the rule of the people cannot succeed unless the people in turn are governed by their own beliefs and by natural law.

‘When everything was fine
And the notion of sin had vanished
And the earth was ready
In universal peace
To consume and rejoice
Without creeds or utopias,

I, for unknown reasons,
Surrounded by the books
Of prophets and theologians
Searched for an answer,
Scowling, grimacing,
Waking up at night, muttering at dawn. ¹

So wrote Czeslaw Milosz, a Lithuanian poet, who, after serving as a diplomat in the Communist government of Poland, fled to France to denounce the oppression he had witnessed during the horrific years of the German and Soviet invasions.² It paints a poignant picture of the psychological and spiritual repression that plagued the Polish people in the 1970′s.

The People’s Republic of Poland, reshaped by Stalin in 1948,³ armed with the atheistic mindset of Lenin, had persecuted the largely Catholic population for their religious beliefs. According to historian Paul Johnson, ‘Hitler had closed its schools, universities and seminaries, and murdered a third of its clergy.’ Yet, inexplicably, by the 1960’s, ‘the number of religious – i.e. priests, nuns and monks – 22,000 in 1939, had grown to 36,500. There were 50 per cent more monastic foundations, priories and convents than before the war.’⁴

All across the weary country, spiritual revival began to sweep through the streets. With their renewed purpose and self-worth, the people of Poland took it upon themselves to shake off the fetters with which the Communists had shackled their minds.

The forming of Solidarity, an anti-communist trade union, provided a venue for revolutionary-minded citizens to voice their beliefs.⁵ Continuous economic downturn gave credence to the opposition’s claims of Soviet malfeasance.⁶ Under the leadership of Lech Walesa, a devout Catholic⁷, the opposition group swelled to ten million members.⁸ It formed a deadly threat to the corrupt regime. For years the union, born on the wings of spiritual revival, battled their Communist oppressors. The democratization of Hungary and continuous pressure from the free world took its toll on the decomposing despotism.⁹ In the end, the Communist party relinquished its control over the country by allowing the open, democratic, and internationally monitored elections of June 4, 1989.¹⁰ After enduring imprisonment, interrogation, torture, and intense persecution, Solidarity won a decisive victory, and the Communists lost the political hegemony they had possessed for decades.¹¹

The democracy that emerged was diverse and enduring. Lech Walesa won the 1990 presidential election, which ushered Poland into the post-Communist era.¹² The newly empowered Solidarity instituted a ‘shock therapy’ economic policy that did away with the socialized distribution system and exchanged it for a free market, resurrecting the Polish economy.¹³ Adam Michnik, a leading Polish revolutionary, began a liberal newspaper, Gazeta Wyborcza, which today is the most circulated in Poland. It was a striking contrast to the propaganda of the old order.¹⁴ In a sweeping reformation, Poland had gained a free government, free press, and an economy of free enterprise. The emergence of a democratic Poland instigated a slew of revolutions, which would proceed to abolish the puppet dictatorships that had dominated the political landscape of Eastern Europe.¹⁵

None of this remarkable success would have occurred without the staunch religious beliefs of the opposition leaders. When days were still dark and the power of the Soviet Union loomed like a giant above them, Walesa and his compatriots held firm to the religious principles of truth, justice, and God-given freedom. This not only enabled them to withstand the oppression of the Communists, but to faithfully transfer power to the people.

Jedediah Purdy, in his book For Common Things, writes: ‘the centerpiece of Central European dissent was the aim of recovering personal integrity and public truth with a single gesture. The dissidents’ chief weapon would be neither the bullet nor the ballot, but the truthful sentence… an extraordinary moral clarity crystallized in the politics of dissent.’¹⁶

The moral clarity that Mr. Purdy refers to was not only a reaction against the lies and propaganda of the Communist government, but was directly related to the religious beliefs of the opposition leaders. Under Communism, the Government was god. But under the leadership of Solidarity, government lowered itself to become the servant of the people, in order that the people, as well as the government, might be ruled by an inner desire to live according to the moral laws inherit within their own belief system. Without this inner fire, no successful democracy would or could have emerged.

The French Revolution was a case in opposites. Paris in the late 1700′s was a center of perverse societies known as ‘Clubs,’ routinely dealing in sexual promiscuity, black magic,¹⁷ and propagandist pamphlets.18

These pamphlets were distributed en masse to large groups of peasants. France was rife with poverty, and widespread ignorance enabled opportunistic aristocrats to take advantage of the ineptness of Louis the XVI.¹⁹ This movement against the monarchy was based on a philosophical viewpoint, built on the ideals of a persuasive writer by the name of Jean-Jacques Rousseau.²⁰

In the minds of the intelligentsia, the Enlightenment had relegated the moral convictions of Monotheism to the ashes of primitive thinking.²¹ With religious beliefs scorned and rejected, Rousseau entered the scene, preaching a predecessor to Nietzsche’s Last Man. Rousseau’s Man, he claimed, would aspire to greatness by returning to the base instincts of nature.²² ‘All that comes from [nature] will be true,’ he proclaimed. ²³

His Discourse on the Origin of Inequality struck a chord among the French aristocracy and sparked a wave of wayward behavior and corrupt practices. The populace, disillusioned by the depressing nature of their lives, reacted in violence.²⁴ Concurrently, the leaders of the French Revolution launched waves of ‘massive propaganda to alter facts after events, and to change people’s minds about what they saw and thought.’ -Otto Scott, Robespierre ²⁵

But the French Revolution, though hailed by the surrounding nations as a victory for democracy, ultimately failed in its transition. As Edmund Burke aptly wrote: ‘All other nations have begun the fabric of a new government, or the reformation of an old, by establishing originally, or, by enforcing with greater exactness, some rites or other of religion… For want of these they have seen the medicine of the state corrupted into its poison.’²⁶

The eventual rise of Napoleon signaled the beginning of an unparalleled time of warfare and strife as the egotistical conqueror slaughtered thousands in needless conflict.²⁷ But even more far reaching than the Napoleonic Wars was the example set by the unmitigated Reign of Terror in France.²⁸ The Revolution of 1848 rocked the capitals of Europe, and, while some progress toward democracy was achieved,²⁹ it would prove transient and counterproductive to the overall health and well-being of the European peoples.

In conclusion, the contrast between the French and the Polish revolutions is startling. While both had profound influence on the surrounding countries and affected the political structure of Europe and the world for years to come, the motivational forces could not have been more polarized in their beliefs, methods, and consequences. While Solidarity exemplified self-control leading to self-government, the indulgence of the French Revolution led only to self-destruction.

In today’s world, an effort is under way to bring peace to a region that is dominated by a religion that is fundamentally different in its hierarchy and modus operandi than the Catholicism that revived the downtrodden soul of Poland. Whether Islam can duplicate the widespread success that Judaism and Christianity have had in cultivating peaceful democracies remains in question. This much is clear; they must encourage religious diversity, debate, and freedom in order to accomplish a transition to a lasting and peaceful democracy.

End Notes:
1. Milosz, Czeslaw. Poem for the End of the Century p. 545
2. Milosz, Czeslaw. The Captive Mind p. ix
3. Davies, Norman. Heart of Europe: The Past in Poland’s Present p. 5-6
4. Johnson, Paul. Modern Times p. 701-702
5. Purdy, Jedediah. For Common Things p. 113
6. Davies, Norman. Heart of Europe: The Past in Poland’s Present p. 371-372
7. Davies, Norman. Heart of Europe: The Past in Poland’s Present p. 51
8. Purdy, Jedediah. For Common Things p. 121
9. Johnson, Paul. Modern Times p. 759-760
10. Davies, Norman. Heart of Europe: The Past in Poland’s Present p. 418
11. Johnson, Paul. Modern Times p. 759
12. Davies, Norman. Heart of Europe: The Past in Poland’s Present p. 422
13. Historychannel.com: Poland
14. Purdy, Jedediah. For Common Things p. 115-122
15. Johnson, Paul. Modern Times p. 759-765
16. Purdy, Jedediah. For Common Things p. 115-117
17. Scott, Otto. Robespierre p. 90-92
18. Scott, Otto. Robespierre p. 131-132
19. Carlyle, Thomas. The French Revolution: A History p. 371
20. Carlyle, Thomas. The French Revolution: A History p. 413-414
21. Furet, Francois. The French Revolution 1770-1814 p. 14-15
22. Scott, Otto. Robespierre p. 7
23. Rousseau, Jean-Jacques. Discourse on the Origin of Inequality p. 334
24. Scott, Otto. Robespierre p. 131
25. Carlyle, Thomas. The French Revolution: A History p. 666-668
26. Burke, Edmund. Reflections on the Revolution in France p. 431-432
27. Johnson, Paul. Napoleon p. 143
28. Carlyle, Thomas. The French Revolution: A History p. 677-678
29. Historychannel.com: Revolution of 1848

© 2005 Benjamin Wolaver

In-between are worlds apart
Warped and rural, mural skies.
Crystal seas reflect the Glories,
Watchers winged with sapphire eyes.

Dive beneath the solid waves
Crust of earth that is not Earth
Fire rivers flowing where
Humankind does not give birth.

Closer still the atoms spin
Alone? or are they by Themselves?
Existential underpinnings
Underpinned by what? Themselves?

Matter sinks within our hands,
Reality has been replaced.
Starlight liquids squared by pi
Intertwining time and space.

Light is flying faster, faster
Till it seems it’s standing still.
Peace of Deity unveiled
Godspeed blinding you until

Scales are falling from your eyes
Know as you are fully known
Hear His Voice so still, so small
I am I AM. Be still, and know.

© 2005 Benjamin Wolaver

Maid Joan of Arc, compelled by God
To wield her sword and fight
And thus reclaim her country’s sod
From England’s ruthless might

Turn back the years to Domrémy town
The passion of her youth
Was loyalty to Charles’ crown
And love of God and truth

She mourns for France’s broken soul
And lives to heal their sin
This girl would live as righteous coal
Resisting Satan’s kin

In solitude she meditates
With fervent, pious awe
Her faith derides the lie of fate
Her will’s the will of God

Hear voices, visions, heaven’s cry
The holy cry of war
She’ll mount the steed, command the prize
Her country’s land restore

“She’s mad,” they mocked in pitious tones
“This strange young girl can’t lead
The men of France to overthrow
The siege of old Orleans.”

But soon she stood before her King
Whose crown was almost lost
And vowed to end the suffering
She bravely faced the cost

Ten thousand men courageously
Fought with the fearless maid
With God empowered sword and steed
They marched into the fray

Now Joan of Arc victorious
Returns from old Orleans
For France’s honor glorious
She stands beside her King

Let all of France again be free
Give sweat and blood and breath
She rode with God courageously
The English sought her death

By Burgundy, one dreadful day
This maid, so undefiled
Was sold to England’s deathly clay
And made to stand for trial

“A godless witch” the English courts
With poisoned hearts abused
We must destroy this wicked sort
Their hateful tongues accused

Her martyrdom emblazened
On the conscience of the crowd
“Let’s burn the witch,” their brutal song
With vengeance crowed aloud

Now smouldering in England’s haze
With cinders black and stark
The ashes of her charred remains
Brave martyr, Joan of Arc

Her ashes to the wind were tossed
And scattered o’er the Seine
Fearlessly she paid the cost
Of destiny divine

Uncowed, undaunted by the fray
She died of holy cause
Declared by men to be a saint
And glorified by God

Real live baby talk from a real live baby can be addictive. Although my six children have outgrown the age, I have fifteen years of pre-school prattle on tape in my head. When I get out of bed in the morning I stretch and say to myself, “This is your yuh-tee day.” As I fill my cereal bowl with Corn Chex, I still hear spoons pounding and little voices around the breakfast table shouting, “Torn Sex, Torn Sex. Mommy, pour some mi-yut on my Torn Sex.”

I then dress for the day, and upon final examination exclaim to the mirror, “For an ode yay-dee, yer toot!’

“Yer toot too,” the mirror winks back.

Baby talk has given me my favorite chapter in the Bible. I never hear the passage read, that my ear does not translate the adult vernacular into the munchkin chatter of Benjamin, my five-year old son, whose elfish jargon could have rivaled that of Tolkien.

Once a month, on Sunday night, our small, family -oriented church sponsored a scripture-quoting extravaganza. As a drill-sergeant styled, home-schooling mom, scripture memory was the apple of my pie. I spent hours, weeks, perhaps even years, helping Benjamin hide Psalm, Chapter One, in his heart. Many days it was so well hidden that we could not find even the crumbs we dropped as clues the day before. Then, suddenly . . . finally . . .he was ready to exhibit. My bashful, babbling Benjamin bravely took the stage and began to speak.

“B-yessed is duh man dat does not wot in duh tounsul of duh wit-ted.”

The congregation managed to hold in until he came to these lines:

“But his deyight is in duh yaw of duh yord, and on His yaw he meditates . . .when?” Benjamin asked himself aloud. (One of the “crumb clues” I had dropped during memory drills.) “He meditates day and night.”

The kindly contained smiles of the audience exploded into nasal eruptions, snorting and hawing like donkeys, which made me, as Benjaminís mother, deeply appreciative to those who bowed their levity behind the pew, pretending to meditate, as Psalm Chapter One had advised.

Later, my pastor said to me, “You’ve got to get that on video!”

I have it on video in the same place our Lord’s mother, Mary, keeps her videos – in the treasure box of my heart. And sometimes, when I am munching on a tootie and sipping a tote-a-toe-ya, I put my feet up, pop in that video and smile to myself. Benjamin was right! “Duh yaw of duh Yord is dood!”

Daddy always said, “The worst biscuit I ever ate was purty good.” He could say such a thing from the security of Mama’s kitchen.

Mama’s biscuits were made from supple, moist, buttermilk dough, patted out by hand on a generously floured counter and cut perfectly round. (I was once sternly scolded for overlapping my cuts, leaving little half moon indentions on the edges of my biscuits). The doughy delectables were then dipped, top and bottom, in sizzling fat and placed in hot, fully seasoned, black, wrought iron skillets for a delicious, thick-bottomed crust. Mama never crowded her biscuits when she placed them in the pans. They came from the oven crisp and golden brown on all sides, and were rushed to the table delicately swaddled in clean, blue cloth and cradled in bright silver bowls.

May I please share with you the proper procedure for partaking of one of Mamaís biscuits? You must hold the delicious pastry cylinder sideways, placing the fingertips of the left hand around the parameter of the bottom and the fingertips of the right hand around the parameter of the top. Pull gently, encouraging even distribution between the sections. This activity is best positioned directly in front of the nose to receive full benefit of the heavenly fragrance and the added bonus of a hot steam facial. Place the bottom half of the biscuit on your plate, then slice a sinful slather of soft sweet butter. Lick your lips as you spread it gleefully over the crusty folds. The biscuit will begin to whisper your name, but you must be patient. Preparation procedures are not yet complete.

Homemade, mountain grown, jams and jellies will begin to parade past your plate like babes at a beauty pageant: blackberry, grape, muscadine, huckleberry, plum and pear. When you move to claim your selection, your hand will hesitate as it passes the dark, rich, Lum ën Abner sorghum, or, my personal favorite, the locally grown, wildflower honey, served raw and unfiltered. (And I do mean unfiltered . . . look out for winged body parts, and spit those small slivers of wax discreetly onto your plate.)

You may find yourself humming the Doxology as you plop a generous dollop of the winning conserve directly onto the center of the bottom crust. Now, carefully replace the top crust and gently mash the confection until the melted butter and softened jelly mingle, and begin to ooze from the sides. As you pick up the biscuit, don’t even try to stop the flow of warm, sugary, sap running down your fingers onto your hands and arms. You can bathe after supper, but for now, enjoy!

The congregation is intense. I see worshipers crying, their faces furrowed with fervency. They seemed to sing from deep within their souls, “I love you, Lord, love you, love you love you.

The service ends. We smile at one another, hearts brimming with good intentions. How pleased the Lord must be with us, I muse. “I love you Lord, love you, love you, love you.

As we exit the building, reality hits with the glare of the Sunday sunshine. My son lets the church door slam in the face of my daughter who exclaims, “Way to go, Alex! Knock me down!” I grimace, darting my eyes to see if anyone heard.

The little one, who only moments ago struggled to sing his love to the Lord, begins to run in the parking lot. I chase him down and, once again, give the much-touted speech about the dangers of busy parking lots.

As we approach the van, the kids begin to trot. Then, suddenly, they break into a full sprint. The sight is that of buffalo with bibles.

“I get the front seat.”

“ I get the window.”

“No you don’t, you got the window on the way here.

“Mama, tell him I get the window.”

“You got it on the way to church.”

“Mama!”

“I love you Lord, love you, love you, love . . .” How many of the others, who just moments ago were passionately proclaiming their lavish love for God, have this obedience problem? I wondered.

We struggle to pen pretty poetry, extolling our love for Jesus, forgetting that He soberly informed His disciples just before His death, “If you love me you will keep my commandments.” “The one who keeps my commandants, he is the one who loves me.” To Jesus, the words, “I love you” are synonymous with the words “I obey you”. Would a change of text—I obey You, Lord, obey You obey You, obey You—compel us to sing with less enthusiasm?

It is not through easy words and melodies, but through a moment-by-moment walk of obedience that we melt into the intimacy of His love. “If you keep my commandments you will remain in my love, just as I have kept my Father’s commandments and remain in his love.” John 15:10. He is so patient, lovingly helping us to grow up in Him, just as I am loving awaiting the day my children will leave Sunday services with mature manners and obedient hearts. Obedience is the measurement of our understanding of His love, and love is the compelling force of obedience.

“Oh Love of my life, my Jesus, I want to know you. I want to enter into the deepest place of intimacy with You, to have your will become my will because You are love. Help me grow in obedience that I might sing from a peaceful heart with perfect truth, “I love you Lord, love you, love you, love you.”

By Robin Wolaver