We are on the precipice of a calamity that was completely avoidable, a financial collapse, or maybe just a deep and dark recession or depression again. We are told that there is a debt crisis. There is not, there is a character crisis. Money is now the God of the US and we have chosen the Golden Calf. That God is a heartless God and we are about to reap the coldness of that heartlessness.
I told the story of how my mother would bake cookies and wrap my sisters and I up and visit Shut-ins to bring them Christmas Cheer a few Carols.
Moms stayed home in the 50's. They were not useless. They cared for Children, and served in the community. They managed their home, as important a task as managing any of our current Fast Food places that do not provide the balanced diet that I grew up with.
We have sold our homes for TV's in every room and everyone with a cell phone. We allow strangers in the house via the internet to reach our children who are Home Alone. Then there is that food that has processed out the nutrients and now is in danger of having all other ills due to the rising cry against Regulation.
Our God Money exacts a terrible price.
So I thought about the way it was when I was young and safe. I am a realist. We had segregation back then where the bounty of our blessings were not bestowed upon all people. Mexicans and Blacks were both segregated from the opportunities the rest of us had by all measures. Our future masters were going across the world establishing dictatorships under the guise of protecting us from the boogieman of Communism. From those countries with our dictators we took resources that gave us our Lifestyle that we boasted was given to us by God as we were superior.
But at home were still a people naive enough to believe God provided for us because we, as individuals were doing our best to live as we each believed that God wanted us to live.
My mind wandered from the bankruptcy of empty homes, where mothers (or maybe fathers) stayed home so the kids had a safe place to come to.
It was not perfect, we are not supposed to be perfect, but we are supposed to move toward perfection, or as our Governing Document says "more perfect".
My life is far more behind me than ahead. I just wanted to suggest to anyone who reads this that there is way out of our current enslavement to the Golden Calf. I pray at this time we seek back to a time where there was promise of a better future and find that promise for all this time, all colors, all faiths, all genders. I also pray that in that freedom and exclusivity we remember, that it is not about number one or having it all, but about being Guided by God of Love, in all the forms people find Him.
Mom, Thanks for being the heart of our home and providing me a safe and loving place to grow up. I miss you very much.
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