I’m not sure which word I want to use here to describe how I feel right now. Sickened? Frightened? Disgusted? Desperate? or maybe all of the above.
In the news this week was a story about a young man who met a girl on the internet. They got in a fight, which resulted in him killing her, and then posted pictures of her body on social media! It only gets slightly worse (or maybe better) when he posts more pictures of him stabbing himself and then lying across her corpse. This whole thing is wrong on so many levels I can’t even count them!
The sad part of this horrific story is that it’s not the first time someone has done something of this nature. There are people out there who will do anything to get attention and/or “likes.” What I find even more disturbing is the large number of other miscreants who watch these videos and actually hit “like.” There is seriously something missing in these people! Like a soul — or in my opinion — the Holy Spirit.
In my day there were no school shootings, only a scheduled fight outside of the building. Some have suggested the shootings would stop if the fights were allowed back but I would really feel badly for the kid on the losing end of that — as I almost was, twice. The worst thing I can recall happening in high school was in senior year, when three different girls found themselves pregnant. Two of them were hush, hush and brought to an end by parental control, and the other one was made to leave school in her fourth month, thereby never graduating.
All of this sickened me and I knew there had to be a better way, but things have totally swung too far in the other direction now — and in more ways than one.
Let’s talk about the president. Not my favorite subject because I couldn’t stand the person long before he was elected but the fact of the matter is that he did get elected and he needs to be respected for (if nothing else) that little fact. In other countries this behavior would be considered treason. I am sick of the media feeding off the unrest of the voters who didn’t get their way. Somehow, someway, respect has to come back into fashion. Like bell-bottoms. I looked so good in bell-bottoms.
When I had my first child, the most horrible thing in the news that year was that Elvis Presley died. Other than that it still felt safe to raise kids then. Nowadays I worry for the young couples who want children but have to raise them in this misguided era. People are turning away from God, thinking they have a better way. Churches are closing due to lack of attendance, and not just around here. But we need church. We need the caring community that it provides, and a weekly (if not more often) reminder of where we came from and where we’re going.
I suppose they’ll find their way back when the chips are down and all else has failed, but what about in the mean time? What will the world be like 20 years from now?
Something else occurred to me the other day. After yet another commercial about empowering little girls I thought … why are they still doing these? Hasn’t everyone gotten the picture by now? Yes little girls can aim as high as little boys. But what about the little boys? Over time will they start to wonder where they fit in anymore? Maybe boys inherently know where they stand but in case they don’t, let’s not forget them.
So there you have it — everything that’s on my mind right now. I feel better getting it off my chest and hope I haven’t weighed anyone down with it, but we can’t stop caring.