Since my sister got married last weekend in Minnesota, I happened to be in St. Paul just in time for the Republican National Convention. I didn’t attend the actual convention, but last Thursday, a friend and I managed to make our way downtown for the excitement of being a part of the hubbub. Our timing was perfect: we drove into the city just as the convention ended and got stuck in traffic—exactly what we were going for.

Though we did give Rudy Giuliani the old head nod, we found out the next day that we missed the real party: showers of tear gas and some 396 anarchists arrested.

Anarchy. Really? I don’t quite understand the appeal of utter chaos that bears the illusion of complete freedom.

But I’ve come up with a great reality TV show that I might just pitch to some of the major networks. Take a group of 100 anarchists and put them on an island and see what happens. Leaders may emerge and some sort of societal structure will be formed, or it may be very graphic version of Survivor.

I’m thankful that God has given us a structure and boundaries to live within. “God is not a God of disorder but of peace.” 1 Corinthians 14:33.