Tag : peace
Tag : peace
We must keep our heads up and our eyes open – not just in America but around the free world…
There is so much to distract us on the first full weekend of 2012; there is New Hampshire’s Republican Presidential primary and the wildcard round of the NFL playoffs. Sports history was made on Saturday the 7th as the Houston Texans were victorious in their first ever playoff appearance, defeating the Cincinnati Bengals 31-10. The Texans will advance and play next Sunday at Baltimore, in a rematch of a regular-season game won by the Ravens. Go Texans!
Football will entertain us, and nearly non-stop coverage and commentary of the New Hampshire Primary will distract and pacify us. Still, news of a more critical nature has received some reportage, as Iran has begun Uranium enrichment at a new underground site. Additionally, the erstwhile Persia launched a military maneuver near its border with Afghanistan on Saturday, 1/7/2012. Concurrent with this activity, Tehran continues to threaten to shut down the Strait of Hormuz if new First World sanctions harm the nation’s oil exports.
A New America is being nailed together from the smoldering plywood of the burning house of the old America. In the old America, freedom and prosperity were givens and unfortunately taken for granted by too many of the nation’s denizens. In the old America, there were cushy union jobs and pensions upon retirement. The old America operated Monday through Friday 9 am to 5 pm, and if you were the “new guy” who had to work on the weekend there would be time and a half or double-time pay. In summary, the old America was a free and prosperous place where you just had to save up a couple of paychecks and you’d have enough for you own apartment. Now, in the New America many are forced to live in mom and dad’s house – the parents being blessed to hang on to the vestiges of the old America – afforded through those Monday through Friday 40 hour a week jobs with weekends and holidays off.
As the drums of war beat with an increasing clamor in the Middle East, what is left of the smoldering old American plywood will be in danger of getting spilled upon by $4.00, $5.00, or $6.00 a gallon gasoline. More will be forced to choose between beer and groceries, with gasoline being rationed for those trips to local market. If there is an election this November, the citizens of New America will be forced to chose between Mitt Romney and Barack Obama, with the outcome likely manipulated in advance.
The beer commercials aired during NFL games portray a prosperous life that affords expensive cars, skinny super-model women for every heterosexual male, endless recreation, a license for stupidity and irresponsibility, and an obsession with the outcomes of sporting events that are seemingly life or death. These images are the music video to the swan song of the old America…
…There is a New America and it is here, lurking in our peripheral vision. We could turn our heads to see and study it; whereby becoming prepared for this new day – but from inactivity the muscles have atrophied in our necks and shoulders and will not allow our heads to turn without considerable pain.
Ultimately, it is what the greatest percentage of us pursue; peace and rest. No matter how we are classified by the eggheads; hyper, high-strung, bi-polar, manic-depressant, ADD, ADHD, schizophrenic, delusional, or whatever else – when the diagnosis is complete and the pharmacological solution has been prescribed, we are in the end merely seeking peace and rest. And where that unholy alliance of the Sickness Industry and Big Pharma is concerned, isn’t there a drug for every malady, real or imagined?
For those who are wayfarers, it is the desire for peace and rest that stimulates their endorphins and raises the metabolism. They eat what they need to survive; regardless of Michelle Obama’s disapproval. The wayfarer sleeps when he or she can, knowing again that peace and rest will come in it’s fullest. Despite the weight in their packs, the wayfarer knows that that their backs will hold up even when fatigue serves as a lead blanket and snow creates precarious footing. The wayfarer has no other option but to “Keep Pushin'”. Yes, friends, in the “Mind’s Eye” of the wayfarer that peace and rest is the catalyst for the drive to the gold medal that regrettably too few will win – but that victory could be theirs if they merely chose the pathway to the winner’s gate.
Ladies and gentlemen, we are all tired, are we not? But what path do we take to peace and rest; do we arrive at peace and rest through substance or alcohol-induced unconsciousness? By taking that path, do you feel like the Living Dead when you awake? It is that path that can lead to death but not peace and rest.
No matter how hard it is, or how hard it gets, don’t ever lose hope. There is hope on the path to peace and rest and it is the greatest hope and the sobering breeze that inspires the senses and clears our vision to see that one correct path that leads us home. There is another path and it is wider and easier to travel, but the fraudulent peace that one can experience on it does not lead to rest but ultimately to cold, dark, tormented death.
The day is dark, but only for a time. We are almost home…but our eyes must keep focused on the path ahead. That place of peace and rest may be difficult to see, but know that on this narrow path bordered by brier and bramble that we are on the way. Don’t be alarmed or distracted by the snapping sounds in those bushes. Don’t be lured by voices that promise a walk on Easy Street, because that street is not paved with gold but instead built of rotted wooden planks.
Peace and rest will come when we get home, but there is only one pathway there.