A U.S. senator speaks out on moral absolutes and muddy choices.

Moral principles, in the Christian tradition, are generally clear and unavoidable. We knock our heads against them will regularity. They are hard to follow, yet not hard to define.

But some of the greatest agony I have known as a member of Congress has come when those clear, commanding moral precepts collide.

How do you make a decision between a better environment and the jobs it will cost? The dignity of employment and our stewardship over creation both demand moral attention. Is a cleaner river worth regulations that eliminate 30 jobs, 300 jobs, 3,000 jobs? How do you weigh cleaner air against the broken spirit of the unemployed?

How do you choose between fighting poverty and fighting dependency? How do you pursue generous compassion when it risks the slow destruction of the spirit we see in generation after generation of a welfare underclass?

How do you choose between a reverence for life and the use of fetal tissue from abortions to treat the victims of Parkinson’s disease? How do you provide hope to those who suffer, when it risks covering the horror of abortion with a veneer of scientific progress and public service?

This is not the politics of triumph and trumpets. It is the occupation of restless nights and troubled days.

Sometimes every option is tainted by suffering and sin. Sometimes each alternative is made uncomfortable by a hybrid of good and evil. Sometimes we are left with the murky battle between bad and worse.

This is not relativism. The principles themselves are clear and immutable. But in a fallen world, one principle is often set against the other. Stewardship against compassion. Generosity against independence. Respect for life against the suffering of the sick.

It means something very personal for those who participate in these choices. No matter what decision is made, the outcome will cause doubt. It means loss of certainty and peace. It means mistakes, self-reproach, and guilt. It means scar tissue and calluses.

This, as they say, is the real world—with its fogs of morning and evening and its sudden storms.

Sometimes the greatest enemy is paralysis. When a choice is torn by moral conflict, an odd courage is needed—the courage to walk in an unfamiliar land without landmarks. After the facts are collected, after the principles are defined, after the prayers are offered, a decision is required. Those who make them carefully are left drained of self-righteousness. Moral choice begins with surrender. It completes itself in humility. You begin to understand, with Dietrich Bonhoeffer, “It is not Christian men who shape the world with their ideas, but it is Christ who shapes men in conformity with Himself.”

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The response of some is to withdraw and separate. They have my respect, but not my agreement. Men and women were not made for safety. It has been said that the fullness of life is in the hazards of life. Even in our worst failure we experience the powerful alchemy of the resurrection, which turns defeat into victory.

I am not a theologian, but I suspect that this is what Martin Luther meant when he urged us to “sin boldly.” We must have the courage to act in uncertainty—even when the best option is tainted by sin. It is the unavoidable burden of freedom in a fallen world.

As G. K. Chesterton said: “Even a bad shot is dignified by a duel.… If a thing is worth doing, it is worth doing badly.”

Much of the world would nod in agreement with what I have written about conflicted moral choices. Many already use the fact as an excuse for self-serving compromise. Many don’t really want a struggle, they want an alibi. But there is something more to say.

When we strip away the years of uncertain decisions, when we peel away the regrets and mistakes and scars, layer by layer, we finally discover a core where we keep ourselves. Everything we eventually become is a shadow cast by its shape.

Thomas More is a hero of mine. We like to remember More as a man of unshakable principle—even unto death. But as a politician and churchman under Henry VIII, he was a model of realism. He maneuvered effectively within the bounds of his principles. He possessed no trait of the fanatic. He was prudent and careful and subtle.

But when the king required him to break his oath to his church and forfeit a portion of his soul, the place where he kept himself was exposed. And it was harder than iron.

In Robert Bolt’s play A Man for All Seasons, More says, “When a man takes an oath, he’s holding his own self in his own hands, like water, and if he opens his fingers then—he needn’t hope to find himself again.”

The silent veto of conscience allowed him no more room to maneuver. And he lost his head on the scaffold—cheerfully, we are told by history. He died to prove he was not already dead.

Bolt explains, “He knew where he left off, what area of himself he could yield to the encroachments of his enemies,

… but at length he was asked to retreat from the final area where he located himself. And then this supple, humorous, unassuming and sophisticated person set like metal, was overtaken by an absolutely primitive rigor, and could no more be budged than a cliff.”

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Like More, we are called to an obedience that is easily misunderstood. We are asked to be hard where the world is soft. We are soft where the world is hard. We call homosexuality, for example, by its proper name as sin—but we must comfort AIDS patients with our love and our touch. We speak for moral absolutes—unchanging, eternal; but we have a particular call to accept and care for the morally spent.

Where the world wants velvet, there is steel. Where it expects thunder, there is unspeakable peace.

This is often resented by a world that burns the wheat and gathers the chaff. An individual with a core of belief is strange by its standards—particularly, a core of belief that someone would willingly die for.

In every age, this kind of witness has broken the back of predictable human history—which raises questions we need to answer:

• Where do you locate that core of the self that cannot be moved?

• What wouldn’t you trade in a world of barter?

• What would you cheerfully die for?

• In what cause are you willing to make war against the whole world?

Convictions like these may lead you into conflict, even suffering. You may know a season of darkness. But without an uncompromising core of the self, introspection is endless and useless. Men and women become captive to their own doubts. Confusion is their native land. And finally, they lose the ability to believe in anything—even in their courage.

Our identity can be squandered when compromise reaches that area where we locate ourselves. At the center, we become empty. And the echoes of lost integrity no longer even disturb our dreams.

Men and women come to the core of the self by different paths. For some that path is easy—like a gift. For others it is hard—like a trial. But those who have abandoned the journey have already reached their destination. And it is despair.

Our promise is not a life free from mistakes, doubt, and moral conflict. A fallen world means fallen choices. But there are limits to compromise—set at the boundaries of the soul. And there are times when even subtle men, careful men, practical men, must turn to unyielding iron.

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