Wednesday, November 19, 2025

Scaling Love

Socialism, in its purest form, is indeed the economic structure of a loving family. Parents (the providers) work, sacrifice, and allocate resources not according to strict merit or output, but according to need. The toddler gets fed even though he contributes nothing; the teenager going through a growth spurt gets larger portions; the elderly grandparent receives care long after she can no longer produce. No one keeps a ledger. No one resents the “net consumers” because unbreakable bonds of love transform self-sacrifice into joy rather than grievance. The family works as a miniature socialist commonwealth because affection is infinite, information is perfect (parents intuitively know who is truly needy versus lazy), and exit is almost impossible—you don’t “divorce” your deadbeat brother or needy child without shattering your own identity.

Scale that same system beyond the ring of intimate love and everything breaks.

1. The Love Problem
Sacrificial compassion is not a scalable resource because eventually you sacrifice to death. Oxytocin doesn’t flood your brain when you contemplate the needs of 330 million strangers the way it does when your own child cries. God seems to have wired us for intense care inside the tribe of roughly 150 people we can know personally and for wary reciprocity or indifference beyond it. Socialism asks us to treat distant strangers with the same selfless devotion we show our children. That is psychologically unnatural for the overwhelming majority of human beings. Charity remains possible at scale; forced pseudo-familial obligation does not.

2. The Information Problem
Inside a family, providers have near-perfect information. A mother knows whether her teenager is genuinely depressed or just binge-watching TikTok. At the scale of a nation-state, central planners (or even voters) have almost zero reliable knowledge about millions of individual circumstances. The result is a system that rewards the loudest sob stories, the most skilled political operators, and the best forgers of disability claims, while quietly punishing quiet competence and unreported struggle.

3. The Incentive Problem
In a family, social pressure and love keep free-riding within bounds. Your deadbeat cousin might crash on the couch for two weeks, not two decades, because eventually even Grandma will say something. In a large-scale socialist system, the providers and the dependents rarely inhabit the same social circles. The provider class pays taxes into a faceless bureaucracy; the dependent class receives benefits from the same faceless bureaucracy. Shame evaporates. Resentment festers. The tragedy of the commons in human effort appears: everyone has an incentive to exaggerate their need and minimize their contribution, because the costs are diffused across millions of strangers they will never meet and the benefits are concentrated on themselves and their immediate circle.

4. The Selection Problem
Over Time
Here is the cruelest part: systems that reward dependency and punish (or fail to adequately reward) provision selectively breed for more dependents and fewer providers. Over generations, the responsible ants subsidize the grasshoppers until there aren’t enough ants left to carry the load. You see it in shrinking labor-force participation rates, exploding disability rolls, and cultures where “working class” increasingly means “formerly working class.” The family doesn’t face this problem because children eventually grow up and (in healthy families) become providers themselves. National socialism has no such built-in maturation mechanism.

5. The Coercion Problem
A family is held together by voluntary love. When love fails, the family fractures painfully but peacefully. State socialism is held together by coercion—taxes collected at gunpoint, borders controlled by force, dissent criminalized as “wrecking” or “hoarding” or “hate speech.” The moment you replace voluntary giving with taking, you have already admitted that the familial model cannot scale. You are no longer running on love; you are running on fear.

In short: socialism works in families because families run on love, perfect information, unbreakable bonds, and tiny scale. Outside those conditions it becomes a machine that slowly converts human beings into political capital, responsibility into resentment, and citizens into competing factions of entitled dependents screaming at a shrinking pool of exhausted providers. The proof is not in theory but in the graveyard of 20th-century experiments and the slow-motion crisis of every generous welfare state watching its productive base erode while its promises expand.


Family does not scale without love. That is the entire story.

Wednesday, November 12, 2025

Deconstruction and Reconstruction Revisited

Deconstruction in its rawest form is easy.

It requires no apprenticeship. It only needs frustration and a target. Reconstruction, however, is carpentry for the soul. It demands calloused knees, a steady hand, and the humility to measure twice before you cut. When you deconstruct with the intent to rebuild, the process changes. You don’t demolish the load-bearing beams just because they’re scarred. You test them. You ask, “Does this still carry weight? Does it point me to Christ or merely to nostalgia?”

Deconstruction without reconstruction is spiritual arson. You burn the house down, walk away, and call it freedom. But winter comes, and you’re left shivering in the charred foundation.
Reconstruction is slower, messier, humbler. You salvage nails bent by bad theology and straighten them for new beams. You invite carpenters older and wiser (Paul, Athanasius, Basil, Julian, Maximus, Clement, Guyon) who know the process. You pray the Psalms while you work, because vulnerable lament and honest praise both belong in the blueprint.
When the sawdust settles, two things remain: something timeless and something deeply personal.
The timeless is the Gospel stripped down to Jesus, crucified and risen, offering grace to enemies and friends alike. It’s communion shared across denominations because the table is bigger than our tribes.

Tuesday, November 04, 2025

Re-identified

The Greek word hamartia (“sin” in English Bibles) literally means “missing the mark,” but its deeper etymology carries an even more startling image which is, “without form, without identity, without a fixed center.” It is the formless void where a person should be.

When John the Baptist declares, “Behold, the Lamb of God, who takes away the sin of the world” (John 1:29), he is not just announcing the removal of moral infractions. He is proclaiming a cosmic re-identification project. Jesus is not subtracting a list of failures. He is imprinting form onto the formless, etching identity into the erased, breathing a name into the nameless.

Every human being walks around with a cracked mirror for a soul. We see fragments (addict, failure, orphan, traitor, victim, sinner) but never the whole. Hamartia is the fracture itself. And Jesus does not come with a broom to sweep up the shards. He comes with blood that seals.

“He was pierced for our transgressions…and by His wounds we are made whole.” (Isaiah 53:5)

The Greek verb airō (“takes away”) means to lift up and carry off. Think of a shepherd lifting up a lamb that has wandered into a briar patch and has become tangled, wounded, bleeding, unrecognizable. He does not scold the thorns out of its wool. He lifts the lamb onto His shoulders and walks it home. The lamb arrives not as “former stray,” but as known, named, belonging. This is why Paul says, “If anyone is in Christ he is a new creation! The old has passed away; behold, the new has come.” (2 Cor 5:17) Not merely an improved creation. New creation! Your old identity (hamartia) was never an identity at all.

You were never just “forgiven.” You were re-identified. The eternal God who is Spirit became form so we (the formless) could finally recognize ourselves in Him.