Being busy was part of it, but mainly I was discouraged. And I guess there were things I wanted to say, but they essentially boiled down to a grumpy old man on the porch wagging his finger at the world and admonishing it to get off his lawn.
It feels like things are changing rapidly, and not for the better. It would be easy to be so worried about the world our kids will inherit that we retreat to a fortress of solitude. And guard our lawns.
And yet, not everything is lost. Patriots and heroes may be harder to come by, and maligned by many when they show up, but they still exist. There is good in the world, if I would quit nagging long enough to take the time to look.
A couple of weeks ago I saw my son’s friend and three other young men inducted as Eagle Scouts, an institution that still celebrates hard work, sacrifice, bravery, and community service.
My Mom has a neighbor who walks every morning before daylight to take the neighborhood’s papers from the end of the sidewalk to the front door.
When I taught Sunday School to the middle-schoolers two weeks ago, a seventh-grader took the time to thank me for the lesson.
Pork chops are on sale at Publix.
And last weekend, my wife and I got to get away with friends to see the foliage and watch football.
Behold, I am making all things new. Rev. 21:5
The red and gold leaves at our get-away reminded me that there is beauty in change. Fall may lead to winter, but the spring will follow. “So too, at the present time there is a remnant chosen by grace.” Rom. 11:5.
The world is changing, but God is not, and neither has our calling. A calling to love others, to be part of a community, and to be joyful.
There is an awful lot that is wrong in the world, and there will be until it is made new. I can’t fix that. There is another problem closer to home, and it is my attitude. My refusal at times to see the good that still is, and to remember that the end of the story is already written.
I’ll work on it. In the meanwhile, turn the music down, get a haircut, and stay off my lawn.