Musical Chairs

 I don't really exactly think of myself as a liberal.  I like to think that I just think.  I do acknowledge that my views most often agree with those people who are categorized (by themselves or others) as liberal.  Being somewhat self-reflective (also a characteristic of liberals) I have started to ask myself, "How did I get to get to be this way?"  Is being liberal genetic?  Is being liberal the result of early influences? (my mentor was cool and liberal so I want to be cool and liberal)  Is being liberal just going along with the crowd where liberals hang with and liberals are just plain old conformist--thinking liberal to fit in with liberals?  Or is being liberal the result some deep underlying set of values that makes someone a liberal?

I don't know the answer to that for sure, but I know when I first realized I was a liberal.  Oh, I don't know that I could have put it into solid words since I was only three years old at the time--and just barely three at that.  It was at my birthday party.  My Mom and some other adult lady set up games to play.  One of those games was called Musical Chairs.

You remember Musical Chairs don't you?  It was a lot like a reality show--slowly eliminating people until you have only one winner left.  I didn't fully understand the rules when we started playing.  It seemed really fun at first marching around the chairs to the music like a dance, and then the music stopped.  Everyone started sitting down.  I was lucky because chair was right in front of me and I plopped down because everyone else did.  But two little girls had to go for the same seat and were pretty aggressive about it, but one did beat the other out.

I freaked.  What an awful game!  I felt so bad for the little girl who didn't have a seat.  Hey!  somebody set the game up that way--that's not right!  I didn't like this game as it was, but then--oh my gosh--the adults took yet another chair away!  Even though one little girl had to go without a chair, you'd think, well, at least there are enough chairs now--but NO!  THE GAME WAS RIGGED!  There would NEVER be enough chairs for everyone.  More and more children would be eliminated until one clever fat cat was the only one left with a chair.

What makes me a liberal is that I have this crazy idea that everyone should have a chair!  I don't care if it is the nicest chair in the room, or the wobbly folding chair.  I don't expect absolute equality.  There will always be rich and poor in this world, but by golly, everyone needs to have a job, a place to live, food to eat, clothes to wear, the ability to go to a doctor when they are sick and something to live on when they get old or become disabled--that's the chair--that's what it is.

What we need to ask ourselves is, who is taking those chairs away?  And, yeah, who is hoarding up those all those chairs anyway?  Man, if you've only got one ass to sit on, what are you doing with all those chairs you don't need?  Okay, so, you don't like taxes, I get it.  But what are you going to do about the chairless, then?  What?  What do you mean that's not your problem?  That the Chairless just need to work harder?   OOOOOOOHHHH that makes me mad.  You took their chair in the first place!  YOU FATCATS with all the chairs set this game up!  It is the nature of the YOUR game to ensure there are NOT enough chairs!

So off I go on my liberal ranting and people start whispering to each other "Don't bring up politics when he's around."

An elder in our old church once asked my dad, "How can you vote democrat and be a Christian?"  My dad is too nice of a guy to ever express his feelings directly to that elder, but I heard him mutter afterward, "How can you be a Christian and a Mason?"  Not that there is anything wrong with people being in the Masons necessarily--it is a form of Rosicrutianism with private secret beliefs.  Mostly it was, at that time, kind of a good old boy's network.  Sorry about the rabbit trail there, but the point is that, in a great twist of irony, and in spite of conservative fundamentalists, I am a liberal in part because of the Bible.  That whole business about human beings being created in the image and likeness of God, means you see God in every human face.  Would you seriously not find a chair for God if he walked into the room? 

God is on the street corner holding a sign and we call him a bum, and we shout, "hey, get a job" and accuse him of fraud.

God is in a Palestinian child.

God is a Central American Child crossing the Mexican Boarder into America.

God is stuck on a mountain in Iraq and running out of food and water.

God has cancer and he has no health insurance.

People say they believe in God as they take his chair away from him and blame him for his own situation.  "Should have been quicker"  "Should have worked harder."  "Should have made better decisions."

But the God, I know and love is just the opposite.  "You have no chair;" he says, "here, take mine."  He doesn't seem to like Musical Chairs either.