The TV series “Turn” about the revolutionary war, reminded me that men and women have reversed roles. Back then, men wore wigs, sometimes with elaborate curls, adorned with ribbons and bows, topped by fancy hats, with plumes. Despite the ruffles on the cuffs of shirts, the short pants, and long stockings men walked with determined steps and demonstrated authority. Women wore long dresses and were covered except for the tops of their bosoms exposed enough to declare femininity and perhaps a tease. There was no question who was male or female. Today young men walk in a strange way to keep their pants from falling down with underwear exposed for all to see. Many have become sissified, no longer men of valor. Young women expose almost all leaving nothing to the imagination and many have assumed the role that once belonged to men. At times one cannot tell the difference between the two. Decorum has been lost. Do not get me wrong, I am not a proponent of women barefoot and pregnant under the dominance of men. I see nothing wrong with women having careers or achieving success. But, on the other hand I love when a man opens my car door, holds a door open for me, helps me with a package, removes his hat in respect, or stands when a lady enters the room. Call me old-fashioned, but I enjoy being a woman. My desire is that men would return to being real men. How many would agree?
With all the talk about ethnicity and political correctness, I got to thinking. Now that could be dangerous! I was born on Long Island, New York, and I grew up in one of the best places to discuss the above. My neighborhood was very diversified. We had Protestants, Catholics, Jews, and others. A French family lived next door, and my high school was integrated. No one gave much thought to our differences; after all we were all people. I played with dolls of all nationalities, and no one questioned. My mother made lamb stew (our Irish heritage), Sauerbraten (our German background), roast beef and Yorkshire pudding (the English side), and our local bakery made Dutch rolls that were wonderful. (If anyone knows where I can find these do let me know). But I digress. We ate pizza, Chow Mein, and bagels on a regular basis. One special treat was going into the city, where a variety of ethnic delights awaited. I remember Luchows, a famous German restaurant, where my grandfather was Maitre d, or for a more casual treat the Horn and Hardart automat was a favorite. Interesting foods were displayed behind glass doors and the patron deposited the appropriate coins into a slot and the door opened. Their macaroni and cheese was the best. Nedicks was another special place, and Nathans for Coney Island frankfurters (hot dogs) smothered in special sauce with curly fries on the side brings back special memories. I am quite sure political correctness would not have been in my vocabulary. Correct meant you treated everyone with dignity and respect. We were different, and rather than judge people by their differences, we learned from each other. I believe I am well rounded because of these experiences. I moved to Florida in my thirties and I encountered an unfamiliar world. While not the Deep South, the word prejudice became a part of my vernacular. Tennessee became home and although I encountered some people with long held prejudices, I observed that times were changing. Acceptance was on the rise. Sadly, another unreasonableness has occurred. What’s more it is sweeping the country. I wish I could say it is good, but it has brought another prejudice called political correctness. Words like diversity awareness and training are bantered about. Instead of allowing folks to choose their associates, we are forced to accept this new way of thinking or face grave ramifications. I don’t know about you, but this has had the reverse effect on me. I wonder why I cannot draw my own conclusions about people. The bottom line is I like some people and I do not like others. It’s not based on any bias, but on common interests, etc. I want to make my own decisions about whom I will interact with. Please don’t dictate to me about rights. I support the Constitution, and the Bill of Rights as written. I don’t see anything in those documents that says I have to accept everyone. It also does not say everyone has a right to a house, a car, insurance, etc. However it does say we all have a right to work so we can purchase the above. That’s a topic for another day.
These are probably the hardest words to write because mere words cannot convey the pain I feel in my deepest parts. My heart and prayers go out to those who lost children and loved ones in the school shooting. Children are not supposed to proceed parents in death. But should we be surprised? As long as we have little regard for human life people will kill. It’s done everyday with abortions. These innocent babes also had a whole life before them. As long as our society accepts violent video games and television programs, as free speech we become desensitized to violence. As long as we continue to move away from Judeo-Christian morals and condone blatant immorality, calling it political correctness, we will become more degenerate. As long as we strive to remove all mention of God in our society we will see the escalation of events like this. As long as we do not provide help for those who exhibit abnormal behavior the unthinkable will occur. And while we must report these horrific deeds we ought not obsess on them day and night because there are others who crave the same attention and will act accordingly. As long as we call wrong acceptable and right wrong we should not be surprised. Nikita Khrushchev said “We will bury you from within.” And he was right. Indeed what he spoke of was moral decay and every great nation has fallen because of it. Gun control is not the answer. What we really need is God control!
French philosopher, Rene Descartes, is well-known for his statement “Cogito ergo sum.” In English, it reads “I think, therefore I am.” I got to thinking about this and I did a little research. One definition of a thought is to weave, another to fabricate. Therefore, from conception a thought has the power to cause us to imagine. Imagine means to mold into a form, or to squeeze into a shape. Think of a potter molding clay. In essance, a thought is a shaper. It shapes. It conforms us. God’s Word tells us not to be conformed, but to be transformed by the renewing of our minds (our thoughts.) Romans 12:2. What I think is what I will become. Where did thinking originate? If you take this to a natural conclusion the only one who could think something into existance is God. Quite literally, He thought us into existance. I think this is very profound.