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Grandpa Diary #10

July 31st, 2013

Dear Kaylee,

I got to spend much time with you last night at your new house. You live 40 minutes away during traffic time and I am already used to that. You are a real squirmy wormy always stretching and looking around. I like to call you, “woodpecker” because when I am hugging you to my shoulder, you will lift your head back, and then, “boom!” it crashes back to my shoulder. I say you are exercising and making your neck stronger. Your mommy says you are looking for me to feed you, but, sorry, that’s not going to happen until you start using a bottle. So, you just keep on pecking away…

Guess who has come to visit? Our niece, Elizabeth, is out here from Wisconsin. She is your Great-Uncle Jon’s daughter, and she is your mommy’s friend. She was in your mommy’s wedding, so she is glad to see your mommy and daddy again, but now it’s not for a wedding, it is a little over a year and a half later and she gets to see her new second cousin!

Kaylee, there are a lot of names for people who are related to you. This is part of the extended family that I told you about last time. We use words to describe who is who. But, more than that, it tells you where you come from. I don’t mean your mommy’s womb, but there is history to every family and extended family…We are not isolated; we are part of something larger than ourselves.

So, for instance, you will not understand now, but some day when you look at baby pictures you will see that you are dressed in a Green Bay Packer onesie. That’s because you have your Hanson side and Elizabeth is a huge Packer fan, as well she should be. Now, you will also learn about your USC Herman side, too.

This will be confusing, but some day it will all make sense…and Kaylee, in your baby sighs, gurgles, and squeals, you are speaking a primordial language that if translated would say,

“I love my mommy.”

“I love my daddy.”

and…

“Go, Pack, Go!”

Love,
Grandpa

Grandpa Diary #8

July 25th, 2013

Dear Kaylee,

A lot of firsts today (7/23). It was the first time I drove with you in a car. I am in the back seat with you, and your mommy is driving. You were fussy, and started that little Kaylee cry. I thought your mommy was going to start crying, too. Now mommy’s, especially new one’s, are kind of sensitive when they hear their babies cry. They might even start crying themselves! People call that “hormones,” but I call it a “loveache.” If your mommy thinks you are hurt or even uncomfortable, she is going to hurt, too. On the inside. 

I hear from the front seat, “Daddy, could you do something?” You are in a car seat, so I can’t take you out. I know just what to. I slipped my grandpa hand underneath you just where there is already a perfect grandpa spot on your back where my hand fits. You settled down fast. Actually, very peaceful…That was good because your mommy needed to pay attention because-

the side of the road was on fire! 

Kaylee, this is California and it is dry and depending on where you are, it is ready to burst into flames! 

California is such a beautiful place with such wonderful weather- we are willing to take a lot of grief…

As we watch the fire on the side of the freeway, there are very skilled firefighter’s who put the fire out and get things rolling again. I thank God for their courage which comes from Him, because they wouldn’t just naturally face danger in this way. No matter how much they were paid.

Another first, of course, is you get to see your new home. O, my, do you have a wonderful house! Starting tomorrow, you will live there. So, what does this mean?

First, Kaylee, everyone says that your mommy and daddy’s generation for the first time in American history, will not do as well as their parents. But if your house is any indication, your mommy and daddy are doing just fine. Your house is huge! Way bigger that the house where your mommy grew up. You will get to know that house, because that’s where Grandma and I still live.

Kaylee, it doesn’t matter how big your house is though, it matters how big the hearts are that live in the house. And I know something about your house already. Starting tomorrow, when you move in, it will be a house full of love. How could it not be that? Kaylee will be there and she brings love to everyone around her…

Now, let me tell you something special. When you go out in your backyard you will see that you have birch trees and I love birch trees. Your grandma and I come from birch tree country. When I saw that you have birch trees in your yard, a little bit of my childhood came back and made me smile. Those are the trees you will be playing under. Those are the trees you will be dreaming under…

I will tell you right now (and I am praying right now that it will happen) that if I were you, I would start looking up to the sky through those branches every chance you have…You will always see the same thing…Through those trees you will see light…sunlight, moonlight…a light that brings life…reminding you…Kaylee, you are not alone, you will never be alone because- God is everywhere. He surrounds you   . And he loves you a billion trillion times more than Grandpa does. Even more than your mommy and daddy love you. How can anyone love you more than mommy and daddy??

Well, your mommy and daddy are the first and strongest sign of just how much God does loves you…You see, you are His little Kaylee, too. 

Love, 

Grandpa

Grandpa Diary #6

July 19th, 2013

Dear Kaylee,

Well, I finally got to snuggle with you again. I held you for about an hour and a half while you slept, and you opened your eyes when I shifted you to the other side of your head. You like left cheek on chest, rather than right cheek. You mommy told me to to shift you every once in a while so you wouldn’t get used to just one side. Mommys’ know, so I did.

While you were sleeping on my chest, your mommy read you my favorite book that I used to read to her. “I Love You Forever.” It was really, really, wonderful to hear my baby say these same words to her baby.

“I love you forever, I’ll like you for always, as long as I’m living, my baby you’ll be.” (I whispered, “my Kaylee, you’ll be,” to myself.)

The book was extra special because your mommy just got a package with many children’s books that your Great Uncle Mark had at his home. It has been a very say time for all of us because Uncle Mark got really, really sick, and died in April. We will always be sad, but we have peace and joy knowing he is fully healed and living with Jesus. Everytime we read those books to you, and you read them, it will be like your Great Uncle Mark is reading them to you, too.

When you were born, it was extra special for your Grandma Hanson, because she is so very sad about her brother she loves so much. My heart hurts lots, so I can’t imagine how much she hurts. But, when you came into our world fully, only one week ago today, I saw joy come into her eyes and shine on her face, such as I haven’t seen for a long time.

That’s what you are Kaylee, a heart healer.

Well, I have to go because Grandma and I are going out for dinner. It’s our 27th wedding anniversary! Next time, I will tell you all about that!

Love,
Grandpa

The challenge of using race as identity: George Zimmerman trial example

July 18th, 2013

When you try to define identity with race, you have just entered into a really messy place. We are seeing this played out in the controversy and uproar with the George Zimmerman trial and verdict. Here’s what I mean.

 

George Zimmerman self-identifies as “Hispanic.” That’s because he is “Hispanic” by any definition you use. Census. Voter registration. Applications for financial aid for college. Family of origin. George Zimmerman is Hispanic.

 

George Zimmerman’s father is White, but his mother is Peruvian. If they were living in Peru rather then Virginia when George was born, then according to customs there, he could have “Jorge Zimmerman Mesa,” on his birth certificate. George Zimmerman is Hispanic. If you put a picture of George Zimmerman with boxes below that say, African American, White, or Hispanic, 100 people out of 100 will check “Hispanic.”

 

If you disagree with this, you also disagree with President Obama being identified as “African American.” His mother is White. If you put a picture of President Obama with boxes that say African American, White,  or Hispanic, 100 out of 100 people will check “African American.”

 

Do you see how this goes?

 

Defining identity with race is dicey. The more people from different racial “categories” marry each other and have kids, it is going to be even more difficult to use racial identity as an absolute filter on the cultural and political landscape.

 

Let me make it even more confusing.

 

George Zimmerman’s mother’s grandfather was black. This makes George Zimmerman 12.5% black. Yet, since he is Afro-Peruvian, this just gets classified with “Hispanic.”

 

So, what do we make of all this? It doesn’t surprise me at all to hear about “White” racism, see blogposts that say things like “A Letter to White America,” and such. This is expected. It is status quo. But, how would the uproar play out if it had been Jorge Zimmerman Mesa on trial? We will never know. George Zimmerman is Hispanic, but that doesn’t fit into the neat categories of racial identity, racism, bias, and so on, being a black/ white issue.

 

For example, research on racial bias in “Stand Your Ground” law only takes into account white and black shooters and victims. I know this because our son has some expertise in “Stand Your Ground,” law specifically, as he does research on this for the Criminology department at his university.  It seems the racial bias factors are only taking into account black/white shooter/victims. Here’s an excerpt from one such report of the Urban Institute,

 

“ In states with Stand Your Ground laws, 34 percent of white shooters did not face charges or have not been convicted after shooting a black person… Just 3 percent of black shooters got the same treatment after shooting a white person and making a Stand Your Ground claim…”

 

This difference in charges and convictions is certainly interesting from a justice standpoint concerning “Stand Your Ground” laws, and ought to be vigorously researched. However, currently this doesn’t really address the Zimmerman case. George Zimmerman is Hispanic.

 

Yes, using racial identity is confusing. If you look up a “Wikipedia” article for “George Zimmerman,” you will not find one. You will be redirected to “Shooting of Trayvon Martin.” On Monday in this article, George Zimmerman was called, “multi-racial Hispanic American.” Today, he is called “mixed-race Hispanic.” But, President Obama in his Wikipedia article is not “multiracial African American,” nor “mixed race African American,” on Monday or today.  No, he’s just  plain “African American.”

 

It will continue to be more and more difficult to keep a neat white against black racial meme going. But, presently, for much of media and social media, a Hispanic man killing a black teenager is still a “white thing.” Interesting…

 

If you want to hear what I actually think about the trial verdict, you can listen to this.

 

 

Grandpa Diary #5

July 17th, 2013

Dear Kaylee,

Well, enough is enough! Today (7/17/13) it will be two whole days since I have seen you:(

I want to snuggle my nose against your little neck and smell my little Kaylee…

This is not weird, as I used to do this with your mommy, too. The sweetest “baby-smell” in the world! Actually, most of us adults do the same thing if we hold babies. Either their necks or their hair, y’all just smell so fresh and clean!

When I was a little boy, your great-grandma used to smell me, and she would make these, “Sniff, sniff” sounds, and then she would say,

“Oh, it’s one of my own. Mommy knows the smell of one of her cubs!”

Great-Grandma Hanson is talking about how mommy bears like to sniff their cubs. And Great-Grandma Hanson had 5 cubs, so that was a lot of sniffing! The other four “cubs” are your great uncles: David, Steve, Jon and Andy. David is married to Shari and Andy is married to Peggy, so they are your great aunts. They are all so excited you have finally arrived!

Great-Grandpa Hanson is excited about you, too. He and Great-Grandma Hanson don’t live near us, so he has to only think of you by looking at your picture.  He lives in a place with lots of other great-grandparents and he says, “My great-granddaughter is the cutest!” He has a big picture of you that he showed to everyone and now it’s on his refrigerator with other pictures I sent. This is so he can remember his first little grandchild, Kaylee, every time he wants to get something to eat!

Great-grandma Hanson is excited and loves you, too! You are deep in her spirit and mind. I told her all about you, but she can’t really talk about you a lot, because she has a hard time remembering things. But, O, how she loved your mommy so very much and she has a shadow in her mind of her special granddaughter, Kristina, so I know that she loves you so very much, too, even if she can’t talk about it. In fact, if she were holding you right now, she might just sniff your neck and say,

“A great-grandma knows her cub!”

Love,

Grandpa

Grandpa Diary #4

July 16th, 2013

Dear Kaylee,

Today (7/15/13) we got to see you again…Yayyyy! Grandma, your Uncle David and I came over in the afternoon. Your mom and dad and Uncle Matt were there with you, too. I was so antzy to see you, I could hardly wait. Then when I walked through the door, there you were! Oh you were so cute in one of your onesie outfits. Grandma and Uncle David held you for a looooong time- then your mom fed you- and now it’s my turn.

I put a little blanket on my shoulder and laid your head there so I could rub your back and burp you. Well,

“Thar she blows!”

Your first spit-up on me, but it wasn’t so bad. Kind of cute and didn’t bother me at all. Then I held you on my knees and looked at you for a long time. Back to rubbing your back, and, hey Kaylee, you sure are a wiggle worm!

I know you are stretching every which way to put your muscles and tendons in action. It was like you were in a yoga class. Then, guess what? your mom asked me to change your diaper. Well, I haven’t done that for years, and boy do you have little legs…

Oh, and it was a stinky diaper, too. It was like riding a bike to change you, though, memory kicked in and when I cleaned you off and put on a fresh diaper, you looked at me like, “Thanks, Grandpa, now give me back to Grandma!

So, I did…

Love Grandpa

Dana Hanson Show #31

July 15th, 2013

“Race” is a classification of knowledge that has taken hold of thinking in America. As has been pointed out by many, “Race, Class, and Gender,” appear to be the new “Holy Trinity.” But, in the George Zimmerman trial, things get pretty complicated as far as race is involved.

Here are my observations on this and my take on the whole story.

Dana Hanson Show #30

July 11th, 2013

Minneapolis has the largest population of Somalians in the United States, almost all of them conservative Muslim, many of whom live in the same neighborhoods as gay folks in, according to The Advocate magazine, “The Gayest City in America.” Listen to my take after a recent visit.


Tough Guys

June 28th, 2013

What is God calling you to do in your life? Rather than waiting around until you receive a clear “sign,” why not get going and keep going until He tells you to stop?

A message on Father’s Day

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