Times are tough. Again. For some people they were never otherwise. Most of us here in the USA , will have to admit that things are usually pretty darn good. But with terrorism, drugs, bank and moral failures constantly in the daily news, these days are looking less than golden.
I’ve been listening to a lot of folks who seem to be losing their sense of hope for the future. There has even been talk of advising couples to reconsider having children; it might be unfair to bring people into a world that is so terrible. Many of them firmly believe that it’s just going to get worse, that the end is in plainly in sight.
But I’ve been hearing this kind of stuff for nearly 50 years. Two thousand years ago, the Apostle Paul seemed to be warning people in the same way. (I Cor 7: 25-28) Are things really any worse today?
Last Sunday, my wife pulled out one of her favorite childhood books to read aloud to her little niece and nephew. It’s called “The Enchanted Egg” by Peggy Burrows and it was published in 1956 as a Rand McNally Giant Book – a big picture book. It’s about a Faberge’ type egg that mysteriously ends up among all the farm animals one day and the adventures that ensue as they try to figure out what it is. At one point the Fuzzy Yellow Duck and Mrs. Robin carelessly allow the egg to roll down hill where it slams into the house of Dinky, the alarmist elf.
“BUMPETY BOOM BANG! The Enchanted Egg struck against the door of Dinkly’s little house!
“An earthquake!” yelled Dinky. He ran to open his door, but it would not budge!
“An Atom Bomb!” howled Dinky. He ran to open his window. Then he scrambled onto the sill and peeked out.
Ahh. The Good Old Days; polio, the Red Menace, Atomic Bombs and fall out shelters. I remember regular air raid drills in elementary school and that was the 1950’s and early 60’s, considered by many people as the Golden Age of America. Mom, Dad, family suppers, apple pie, Sunday-go-to-meetin’, Leave it to Beaver, the Hardy Boys, Walt Disney, Syd Caesar….. all good stuff. And good memories, albeit somewhat selective (don’t forget the Bomb). Who wouldn’t want to return to those days?
Well, most black people, I would imagine. And maybe quite a few women. For myself, I rely upon a battery of medications that help me with hypertension, asthma and allergies so you can count me out. No matter how scary things may be for some of us today, for others the past holds quite a few bad memories. As for the rest of us, too young to have been there or too myopic to remember, it helps to keep in mind the old maxim; “This, too, shall pass.”
So don’t sell your time shares just yet. I seriously doubt if the end is truly in sight.