I've been very busy lately.
Unfortunately, I can't talk much about it. What I can say is that on some level, my prayers to God for an understanding of the autism epidemic have been answered. I now know why they fear us so much. I can't prove it, and as a lawyer I understand that's the real show. But I know.
And yet, as thankful as I am for an understanding of what has happened to my child and so many others, my heart is heavy. The Dark Forces which in the past have destroyed the careers of those who have found clues to the afflictions of our children and other disease communities are once again on the move. You may very well read about their actions this week. And I can't do anything to stop them.
I recently watched the mini-series The Stand, based on the book of the same name by Stephen King. The book has long been one of my favorites. It starts like a science fiction movie, with a deadly virus escaping from a government lab, and killing most of humanity. But then it changes. The survivors start having dreams. Some dream of Mother Abigail, a 106 year-old black woman who lives in Hemmingford Home, Nebraska. Mother Abigail urges those who dream of her to meet in Boulder. Colorado. Others dream of Randall Flagg, who tells them to meet him in Las Vegas, Nevada.
As the inevitable showdown between the good people of Boulder and the evil people of Las Vegas looms, something quite remarkable takes place. Instead of a great battle between the two sides, Mother Abigail has a vision that five members of the Boulder community must make their way to Las Vegas where they will make their "Stand" against Randall Flagg. They will deliver themselves into the hands of the enemy.
Flagg is clearly a demonic force, but he doesn't have quite the hold over people he thinks he does. His followers keep deserting him, especially in light of the five who have chosen to make their "Stand" against him. They carry no weapons. It's simply the power of the faith they bring to that unholy place which defeats Flagg. Evil falls apart in the face of such humble courage.
I often find myself pondering such questions of faith. What is it I'm meant to do? I want to rush the barricades, but to what effect? It was with such thoughts in my mind I went to our local bookstore, picked up a Bible, opened it to a random page, and with my eyes closed, put my finger down.
This was the passage my finger landed on.
Psalm 94 - God, the Avenger of the Righteous
O'Lord, you God of vengeance, you God of vengeance, shine forth! Rise up, O judge of the earth; give to the proud what they deserve! O' Lord, how long shall the wicked exult?
They pour out their arrogant words; all the evildoers boast. They crush your people, O'Lord, and afflict your heritage. They kill the widow and the stranger, they murder the orphan, and they say, "The Lord does not see; the God of Jacob does not perceive.
Understand, O dullest of the people; fools, when will you be wise? He who planted the ear, does he not hear? He who formed the eye, does he not see? He who disciplines the nations, he who teaches knowledge to humankind, does he not chastise? The Lord knows our thoughts, that they are but an empty breath.
Happy are those whom you discipline, O Lord, and whom you teach out of your law, giving them respite from days of trouble, until a pit is dug for the wicked. For the Lord will not forsake his people; he will not abandon his heritage; for justice will return to the righteous, and all the upright in heart will follow it.
Who rises up for me against the wicked? Who stands up for me against evildoers? If the Lord had not been my help, my soul would soon have lived in the land of silence. When I thought, "My foot is slipping," your steadfast love, O Lord, held me up. When the cares of my heart are many, your consolations cheer my soul.
Can wicked rulers be allied with you, those who contrive mischief by statute? They band together against the righteous, and condemn the innocent to death.
But the Lord has become my stronghold, and my God the rock of my refuge. He will repay them for their iniquity and wipe them out for their wickedness; the Lord God will wipe them out.
Now I'm not anybody's idea of a saint, but they say even if you're just bitching at God, that means you're still a believer. By that measure God and I are still in the game.
I'm not much on telling people what to do. Generally I prefer to persuade. But if you're in good with the Lord, bitching with Him, or haven't put in a call lately I think this might be the perfect time to send up a flare. You might even think about reciting psalm 94.
God knows there are some wicked people out there trying to keep our children from getting better. If you're listening God, and it meets with Your approval, this week would be an excellent time to deal with them.
Kent Heckenlively is Contributing Editor to Age of Autism