RDP # 46 – Open
Old English open “not closed down, raised up” (of gates, eyelids, etc.), also “exposed, evident, well-known, public,” often in a bad sense, “notorious, shameless;” …
First thought: This beautiful hymn. Brings back lots of memories of Fourth Baptist Church in Minneapolis, back in the 1950’s. I loved the big old pipe organ, the harmonizing of several hundred voices. I especially loved it when the song leader would have just the men sing a verse. I’ve always loved the rich, full sound of male voices in full harmony.
We’re hearing a lot these days about openness, transparency, in government and/or any other type of leadership. There are good things to say about all that. When a government or, say, a corporate leader, acts in secrecy from the people who support that government or the employees, some harsh results can occur.
It strikes me as somewhat hypocritical, though, for, say, the political left to accuse the right of not being transparent and then to read an article, as I did this morning, about George Soros and all the anti-American organizations in America that he supports quietly. It is especially disturbing in view of the accusations against the conservatives of being Nazis, when Mr. Soros was an overt Nazi and, as far as I know, still is.
Speaking of Nazis, I heard a survivor of the Nazi “work camps” objecting to the detainment centers for abandoned children ( yes, abandoned–most of them did NOT appear in America with their loving parents, but came across in truckloads, and were dumped where they would be quickly found) being compared to the Nazi camps where millions of people were gassed, tortured, starved, and buried in heaps of skeletal remains. He said, “These camps are NOT like the Nazi camps. They are given food, beds, blankets, health care, and every effort made to reunite them with their parents if indeed their parents brought them here. To compare what is being done for these children to the Nazi camps is ridiculous.”
I heard on the radio the other day that reunification, where possible, has now been completed. What will be done with the thousands of children who were brought here illegally, without their parents, I do not know.
Well. I don’t usually ramble this much, nor do I usually get into our extremely troubled American political scene. I think I’ll go back to listen to the hymn again.