There are so many things I thought I wanted to be: a flight attendant, an actor, an air traffic controller, a lawyer, and even an evangelist turned apologetic making a case for Christ, an eschatologist (the theological study of the end of mankind) and an author. What I became was a Navy Veteran during the Vietnam conflict, a wife, a mother, a grandmother, an employee of many companies in various industries and a business owner now retired. At 69 years old I am still a wife, mother, and grandmother, and I can honestly say, the fleeting dreams of all the other careers are still just that, job titles I may never hold.
While that may sound like it is a complaint, it isn’t. For along the way, although I could not add all those job titles to my name, there isn’t any part of each of those dreams that haven’t crossed into my world experience. I can also say that I never wanted to be a nurse or EMT/Paramedic, yet I learned to hold my own with individuals in certain areas of healthcare. They call it being a caretaker, I call it an obstacle course and life-altering marathon in the medical arena. But that’s a story for another time.
Occasionally, I let someone in on my thoughts, and for whatever reason my story has moved them. They suggested I should share with others as it seemed interesting, insightful, and even helpful. It is important to understand the newest generation faces the future being bombarded with some very hard life issues. As I mentioned, I dreamed of what I hoped to become. Their greatest challenge is no longer how to make something of their lives, or to make the world a better place. The challenge is getting through a grueling school schedule with endless extracurricular activities. It’s how to become famous or how to get to the next level in Minecraft.
Sadly, it has them questioning their identity. Their life has become a journey of a thousand questions with no quick, clear answers. It’s a deep worry about whether the future holds more for them than hopelessness, the burden of failure, the fear of abandonment, and even the preoccupation with death.
I didn’t realize how much has been lost until my grandchildren started sharing with me what they run into each and every day at school. It’s one thing to hear it in the news, it’s clearly another to hear it from my grandchildren. They have been spared the harshest of influences because they have parents who truly encourage them to think for themselves and to embrace responsibility in life. With the pressures they described, I hurt for the children who may have parents who are less involved.
To know these kids walk amongst adults who give in to the voice of despair is hard enough to fathom. The bigger shock is how they are struggling because they don’t know how to talk about the alternative to their friends. There are too many Pied Pipers seducing children away from a life of hope, opportunity and yes, even love. Trying to break through the barriers is harder than ever. It seems everyone has their own truth these days. But it wasn’t always that way.
The halls of academia resound with the question, “Is there a truth?”
To which I answer with a resounding YES!
Academia likes to believe they have all the answers, but we know that is not true. Just look at what has happened since the terrible slaughter of Israelis last October. It seems the colleges and universities have managed to reprogram or even eradicate common sense. I firmly believe truth is found only in one place and that truth can be found in God. Until we fully understand that, we will never understand the future is being stolen away bit by bit right under our noses. This is not the legacy that we should be leaving as children of God. As a God Player, I must live as an example of what is right and true; not through judgment, but by living in His Love; and sharing that love in my sphere of influence.
There is always a beginning to things and we have just gotten started. I hope you will stay with me as we begin to build on our foundation.
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