Well, that’s it for me. I’m turning in my political card. I’ve deleted all my news channels, political and otherwise.
Some will say, “Oh, look! You’re just a sore loser.”
No. I’m just sore.
My chest hurts. I’ve had a heart attack before. My health isn’t the best. I’ve battled clinical depression for much of my adult life. And I genuinely weep over what I believe is happening to my beloved country, that last great beacon of freedom.
Yes, it was just a midterm election. Losses were expected. But for me, this is about something much bigger than one election.
I believe a necrotizing supervirus has been unleashed within the body politic, and, tragically, much of the nation’s flesh seems to crave the very thing that is destroying it.
But here’s what I’ve come to realize: My constant monitoring of the disease will not cure it. My documenting the decay will not stop it. And my continual mourning over what is being lost will only rob me of the life I still have to live.
So, instead of spending whatever years God grants me mourning what I fear may be freedom’s demise, I’ve decided to celebrate those years by making a difference where I still can.
I still have talents. I still have abilities. I still have a calling. And there are still people whose lives I might be able to touch for good.
My children and grandchildren will inherit a world I fear will be far different from the one I knew. That saddens me more than I can express. But perhaps they will be better equipped to confront its challenges, their hearts not yet burdened by memories of what has been lost.
I’m not abandoning my convictions. I’m simply stepping away from the endless commentary, the outrage, the arguments, and the exhausting cycle of watching events unfold that I have little power to change.
There are still stories to tell. Children to encourage. Families to strengthen. Hurting people to comfort. Truths to teach. And, most importantly, souls to reach with the gospel of Jesus Christ.
The soul of a nation may be lost, but the souls of men, women, boys, and girls are not.
And God only knows…
One of them might become the antivirus.
But may I add something?
I’m not arguing that Christians should abandon the field of political discourse—where meaningful discourse can still be had. Nor am I suggesting that everyone should follow my example.
I’m simply saying that I’m pushing 60, and I’ve spent 44 of those years standing firm as a Reagan conservative and, more recently, a Trump supporter. From Walter Mondale to “Autopen,” I’ve fought them all.
But the battles facing this generation and the next—those who dare to raise the banner of freedom—will demand more energy than I have left to give. And continuing to fight those battles as I have in the past would come at a cost I can no longer justify: time, strength, and attention diverted from matters of eternal consequence that are too often neglected.
That doesn’t mean I’ve abandoned my convictions, surrendered my principles, or ceased caring about the future of this nation. It simply means I’ve come to recognize that my role in the struggle may need to change.
After all, as Obi-Wan Kenobi might say, there are other ways to fight the Empire.
And perhaps that’s where I find myself at this particular stage of life. Rather than spending my remaining strength fighting every battle on the political front lines, I have an opportunity to invest in those who will stand long after I’m gone.
I can plant the seeds of future courage, cultivate the roots of conviction, and lay the foundation stones upon which the next generation might build citadels of character.
Perhaps my greatest contribution to the future of freedom won’t be another round of scathing political commentary, but investing in the next generation—those who will rise to the fight when today’s victors have grown complacent.
“…Teach the children quietly
For some day sons and daughters
Will rise up and fight while we stood still.” – from the 1985 hit Silent Running by Mike + the Mechanics










Critique of ‘Hallelujah’ in Christmas Worship
As of this writing, there are only five days until Christmas. If I had only spoken out a few months ago, things might have been different today. But I didn’t say anything earlier because I didn’t want to hurt feelings or offend. I can only hope that by protesting now, something good can come of it.
You may recall that a few years ago I wrote a scathing critic of Dean Martin’s “Baby It’s Cold Outside.” I wasn’t the first to point out the song’s sexually abusive lyrics. Nevertheless, my article did get attention. This wasn’t surprising since the #metoo movement was going strong at the time.
But here we are in yet another Christmas season and what do we have? More offensive lyrics in Christmas songs. What makes it worse is that they are part of worship services. These services are meant to celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ, not a sexual conquest.
It seems that all one must do these days is include the word hallelujah in a song, no matter the context of the borrowed lyric or tune, and it’s sure to be a hit at your next Christmas cantata.
“Hallelujah”
Let me be clear. It is not my wish to trash Leonard Cohan’s famous, beloved and oft-covered “Hallelujah.” Why would I want to? My complaints would just fall on deaf ears. Since the 1984 release of Cohen’s “Hallelujah,” near universal praise has been given for its lyrical, poetic, and harmonic beauty. But I’m not a fan. I can’t stand the song – not because of the tune, but the message.
But as with many things, even though I’m not a fan, if it stays within the bounds of its intended secular audience, I’m content to let rotting dogs lie.
It’s only when the putrid scent of death begins to taint the fragrant incense of worship that I get offended. My gag reflexes tempt me to puke.
Unfortunately, as of late, I’ve had to keep a barf bag close by. It seems that more and more Christians have gone odor blind and cannot detect even the slightest stench. Everywhere I turn, Cohen’s agnostic and broken Hallelujah” is being incorporated into holy worship.
A Little Background
With just a little digging, I found that the first time “Hallelujah” became linked to Christmas was in 2010. Susan Boyle from Britain’s Got Talent included it on her Christmas album. It featured the original lyrics.
Then, early in December of 2012, Cloverton released the now popular Christmas version of “Hallelujah” which tells the story of Christ’s birth. Below is the first verse.
In 2017 the group Anthem Lights released “Hallelujah Medley,” a mashup of two classic Christian songs with “Hallelujah” woven throughout. The other two songs were “Hallelujah, What a Savior” and Michael W. Smith’s “Agnus Dei.”
This year I heard both the Cloverton and the Anthem Lights versions in the same church Christmas cantata. However, as an instrumentalist in that church, I couldn’t bring myself to accompany either one.
Giving Grace
But I want to extend grace. I don’t want to disparage anyone who sings these covers or re-writes of “Hallelujah.” Their intention might be to glorify God. They may also encourage others to praise Him. Even Paul was hesitant to condemn those who, out of jealously, added to his suffering, for even then the Gospel was being preached (see Philippians 1:15-18). That was the main thing.
I’m compelled to show grace, too, because others may genuinely see things differently. They may consider what is being done with “Hallelujah” as an act of sanctification. They might argue that the tunes of some of the greatest and most beloved hymns were once big hits in the pubs and ale houses. Therefore, incorporating the tune or some of the lyrics into Christmas music is no different than how we sing “Amazing Grace” to the traditional tune of “New Britain.”
And, if nothing else, I must be careful to offer a lot of grace because I’m not perfect. I’ve had a bad cold, recently, and lots of things irritate me more when I feel sick.
What Are the Issues?
So, what is the issue (or issues)? What is there to complain about this time? What makes me cringe? What makes me nauseous?
Issue 1: The Lyrics
To begin with, it all goes back to Leonard Cohen’s original “Hallelujah” and its meaning. You see, I like music, but I also try to understand the lyrics. Just because a song has a happy tune, that doesn’t mean it’s worth listening to. I try to feed my soul with good stuff, not garbage.
Compared to many songs, though, “Hallelujah” is downright tame. It’s not a vulgar, pornographic jingle celebrating wet body parts (e.g., Cardi B). But it isn’t religious, nor is it wholesome for all ages, either. Actually, it is a song that draws loosely from the lives of biblical characters to describe dysfunctional, sexually-involved relationships that seek consolation through mutual brokenness.
But as a Christian, what bothers me most is the way Cohan distorts and contorts the word hallelujah. It offends me that such an intrinsically holy word (made up of two Hebrew words, hālal and yâ, which means “praise the Lord”) is used to describe a sexual release in the second verse.
It may seem petty, but it also irritates me how Cohan (born a Jew, but a practicing Buddhist) not only mixes the stories of King David and Samson, but does so in a self-justifying, slanderous way. David needed proof for his faith? Whose throne got broken?
But who really cares about the verses of this song, right? I mean, all that people really care about are the melody and the haunting chorus that repeats the word erroneously attributed to a “baffled” king.
Hallelujah is the real money maker, after all.
Issue 2: The Fusion of the Holy and the Unholy
The other big issue I have is not only the willingness, but the ambivalence toward fusing holy, Christian works with unholy, secular, even blasphemous works in an attempt to be creative.
Here’s the thing. I can’t sing “Amazing Grace” without including the accompanying tune once connected to bar songs. However, when I or any other person hears “Amazing Grace,” the words of “New Britain” never enter our minds. The older song is totally disassociated from Newton’s “Amazing Grace” and the author of “New Britain” never gets any credit.
But “Hallelujah” is a different thing entirely. Whenever either the tune or the lyrics of “Hallelujah” are used in either a lyrical remake or a mashup with other Christian songs, some sort of attribution must be given to Leonard Cohan.
Issue 3: Ignorance is Blessed
I asked my wife for her thoughts on the rendition of Cloverton’s version of “Hallelujah” that our praise band did last week. Like everyone else, she thought it was beautiful. And from a purely musical perspective, even a worshipful one, it was moving.
But on the other hand, on hearing “It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth, the minor falls, the major lifts,” when does one wonder: “Why are the words of an agnostic Jewish Buddhist being used out of their context to praise the God and Savior he doesn’t even believe in?”
But that’s just it. Most people don’t know.
Most people aren’t aware of the source material. For that matter, most people never parse the lyrics to any of the songs they sing, even in church, and are usually content remaining ignorant, but blessed. Honestly, I can’t blame them. It’s easier that way.
And frankly, at least in this case, what you don’t know probably won’t hurt you, so worship away.
But I do know. That’s why I just had to say something.
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