TWENTY-TWO

Big Lake, Alaska

On p. 22 of Going Rogue Sarah writes as follows:

"One summer, I attended a youth Bible camp in Big Lake...Looking around at the incredible creation that is Alaska--the majestic peaks and midnight sun, the wild waters and teeming wildlife--I could practically see and hear and feel God's spirit reflected in everything in nature.

"I reasoned that if God knew what He was doing in this magnificent creation, how much more did He know about me? If He is powerful and wise enough to make all this and thought also to create a speck like me, there surely must be a plan, and He'd know more than I did about my future and my purpose. I made the conscious decision that summer to put my life in my Creator's hands and trust Him as I sought my life's path."

Ah, the beautiful words of a beautiful, free spirit and soul!!! I think Sarah bears witness, with these words, both to the splendor of what we may call the first order of creation, especially as it has been manifested and expressed in The Great Land, The Last Frontier, and also to the even greater splendor of what we may call the second order of creation, in which, specks as we are, as Sarah expresses it, we are nevertheless privileged to share in the Creator's work.

As I read this paragraph, and paint and picture in the court and hall of my imagination the loveliness of which Sarah speaks--royal peaks and mountains; the "everlasting" sun of midnight-tide; frolicking, playful, untamed waters; a thousand creatures of the wild singing the praises of their Maker--as I read about all of this bounty of wonder, what strikes me as most sublime, most noble?

Not the lofty peaks, as they raise aloft their arms to praise their Creator; not the miracle of the sun's reign in the depth of the middle of the North's night; not all the frigid, thundering, racing streams; not the myriad of beasts exulting in their youth's hour of strength and vitality; no, not any of these.

What is even more exalted than all these treasures and wonders?

I believe it is the glory of a young girl who early in her days learned the beauty of humility. In the very instant that Sarah realized she was a mere "speck," at that very moment, by the ineffable power of what we may call the Divine Irony, she began to grow into much more than a speck. Indeed, on the spiritual plane, she began to resemble, in the order of the soul, those very wonders of nature that she so movingly depicts in this paragraph!

Yes, yes, she was hidden away in a far northern corner of our nation. And the Lord silently began to raise up in that far-off land a heroic soul, whose indomitable spunk and spirit would stretch its arms heavenward, indeed closer to the Throne of the All-Highest than Mount Denali (McKinley) itself; whose light would shine and blaze forth the radiant beams of hope and courage in the very midnight hour of the United States of America, the dark night of the "reign" of barack obama; whose intrepid, free spirit would outrace the "wild waters" in its thundering puissance and power to refresh and restore a nation; and whose thousands upon teeming thousands of acts of kindness, of consideration, of charity to ordinary Americans would outstrip the very fecundity of the creatures of the wild!

Dixitque Deus: Fiat lux. Et facta est lux. "And God said, 'Let light be made.' And light was made."

Such is the "fiat" of the "first" order of creation. The Lord decrees it and it happens.

However, in the "second" order of creation, The Lord grants us the ineffable privilege of cooperating in His creative works. He asks us to say "fiat" to the plans He has for us; to the circumstances in which He places us; to the sufferings and sacrifices He asks of us.

If we say "Yes, Lord; thy will be done," if we say our own "fiats," and join them to the Divine "Fiat," we begin to grow into giants of divine grace! And if we cooperate to the very utmost of our strength and power, we become bearers of light to our fellow men and women.

So hath our Sarah done!

"Fiat" she said when she came up with a bum ankle on the eve of the Alaska state high-school championship basketball game, and played in spite of it.

"Fiat"
she said when she was faced with a crisis of conscience as she served as chairman of the Alaska Oil and Gas Conservation Commission, and resigned a lucrative position rather than countenance corruption.

"Fiat" she said to precious little Trig.

"Fiat" she said to Senator McCain's choice of her as his running mate during those fateful days of late August in '08.

"Fiat" she said re her failed teleprompter during her deathless RNC speech of 3 September, '08.

"Fiat" she said to the cruel silence imposed on her by the McCain campaign on the doleful, disastrous night of the "election" of obama.

"Fiat" she said to the circumstances that compelled her to resign the job she loved, the governorship of Alaska.

"Fiat" she said to the exhausting, draining, dangerous, but to those who saw her and spoke with her, unforgettable book-signing tour in the dying weeks of '09.

"Fiat" she has said to the duty of taking on and denouncing, in this crucial year of '10, the obama "administration," almost alone it often seems.

"Fiat" she has said so many other times in the course of her brave, noble, devoted, fearless life.

"Fiat" she will say if the Lord makes manifest to her His will that she should run for the Presidency of the United States of America.

Dixit Deus: Fiat; dixit Sarah: fiat---and a great light was kindled and raised up on high for our entire nation!!!!

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Other Great Going Rogue Reviews:

Jedediah Bila:

"Palin’s inviting first-person narration that is sometimes whimsical, often confident, and always patriotic...Going Rogue is truly one of those reads in which you put the book down after your eyes graze the final lines and you somehow feel like the writer is someone you’ve known all your life."
John Ziegler:

"I was simply blown away by Going Rogue on almost every level. For many reasons, this is by far the best book and greatest literary achievement by a political figure in my lifetime..."
Brigadier General Anthony J. Tata:
"Her book washes away all doubts that any reader might have had about her readiness to be president. She comes across as exceptionally bright, dedicated, and passionate about public service. Her moral compass is strong, pointing true North in this case. And she has a wicked sense of humor."
Don Surber:
"Conservatives know why Palin is still standing — and standing taller today than those who tried to bring her down. What does not kill you makes you stronger. Thank you, Tina Fey."

Sarah Palin is Coming to Town

Review by Stanley Fish:

When I walked into the Strand Bookstore in Manhattan last week, I headed straight for the bright young thing who wore an “Ask Me” button, and asked her to point me to the section of the store where I might find Sarah Palin’s memoir, “Going Rogue: An American Life.” She looked at me as if I had requested a copy of “Mein Kampf” signed in blood by the author....


A few days later...I had begun reading Palin’s book, and while I wouldn’t count myself a fan in the sense of being a supporter, I found it compelling and very well done....

First, the art. The book has an architectonic structure that is built around a single moment, the moment when Palin receives a call from John McCain inviting her to be the vice-presidential candidate of the Republican party. When we first hear about the call it is as much a surprise to us as it was (at least as reported) to her, because for six pages she has been recounting a wonderful family outing at the Alaska State Fair. When her phone rings, she hopes it might be a call from her son Track, a soldier soon to deploy to Iraq, but “it was Senator John McCain asking if I wanted to help him change history.”

And that’s the last we hear of it for 200 pages. In between we hear a lot about Wasilla, high school, basketball, college, marriage, children, Down syndrome, Alaska politics, the environment, a daughter’s pregnancy. The re-entry of John McCain into the narrative on page 208 introduces Palin’s account of the presidential campaign and its aftermath, especially her decision to resign the governorship before the end of her term....


Paradoxically, the effect of the neatly spaced references to the call is to de-emphasize it as a dramatic moment. It is presented not as a climax, but as an interruption of matters more central to Palin’s abiding concerns — her family, Alaska’s prosperity, energy policy. (She loves to rehearse the kind of wonkish details we associate with Hillary Clinton, whom she admires.)

Indeed, it is a feature of this narrative that events we might have expected to be foregrounded are elided or passed over. Palin introduced herself to the nation with a powerful, electrifying speech accepting McCain’s invitation to join the ticket. It gets half a sentence (“I gave my speech”)....


The only event that receives an extended discussion is her resignation. It is important to her because as an act it reflects on her integrity, and she has to be sure (as she eventually was) that she was doing it for the right reasons.

Resigning was a moral act for which she was responsible. The vice-presidential candidacy just happened to her; her account of it reads like an extended “what-I-did-on-my summer-and fall-vacation” essay.


For many politicians, family life is sandwiched in between long hours in public service. Palin wants us to know that for her it is the reverse. Political success is an accident that says nothing about you. Success as a wife, mother and citizen says everything...

I find the voice undeniably authentic...It is the voice of small-town America, with its folk wisdom, regional pride, common sense, distrust of rhetoric (itself a rhetorical trope), love of country and instinctive (not doctrinal) piety.

It says, here are some of the great things that have happened to me, but they are not what makes my life great and American. (“An American life is an extraordinary life.”) It says, don’t you agree with me that family, freedom and the beauties of nature are what sustain us?


And it also says, vote for me next time. For it is the voice of a politician, of the little girl who thought she could fly, tried it, scraped her knees, dusted herself off and “kept walking.”

In the end, perseverance, the ability to absorb defeat without falling into defeatism, is the key to Palin’s character. It’s what makes her run in both senses of the word and it is no accident that the physical act of running is throughout the book the metaphor for joy and real life. Her handlers in the McCain campaign wouldn’t let her run (a mistake, I think, even at the level of photo-op), no doubt because they feared another opportunity to go “off script,” to “go rogue.”

But run she does (and falls, but so what?), and when it is all over and she has lost the vice presidency and resigned the governorship, she goes on a long run and rehearses in her mind the eventful year she has chronicled. And as she runs, she achieves equilibrium and hope: “We’ve been through amazing days, and really, there wasn’t one thing to complain about. I feel such freedom, such hope, such thankfulness for our country, a place where nothing is hopeless.”

The message is clear. America can’t be stopped. I can’t be stopped. I’ve stumbled and fallen, but I always get up and run again. Her political opponents, especially those who dismissed Ronald Reagan before he was elected, should take note. Wherever you are, you better watch out. Sarah Palin is coming to town.

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