Annually, we celebrate that our 401k looks better. The kids are grown but come home occasionally. We sit and watch the glorious sunsets. Our yard gets mowed, whether it needs it or not. To keep up with the Jones’s, we buy a new car even though the old one was fine; just a couple scratches and a dent in the door. Our world revolves around charities, church and community civic meetings; a visit to sick friends, maybe; no need to be concerned about insurance on our homes. Our holidays are window shopping perfect, with glittering lights, that wish all a good night. At Easter, as the daffodils spring up, we dress our best to commemorate His Crucifixion; but never mind there are “those” that would crucify us in a minute.
Oh, how we have come to live in a little town of complacency! I remember….we watched them every afternoon…“Father Knows Best” or “The Andy Griffith Show”; we would dream of living a gratifying life as “The Beverly Hillbillies”, I recall. Looking back, we embraced our heritage like a flag pole; proud of our own small accomplishments; and surrendering our lives to our country. Giving all, it was an honor to protect and serve.
Today, generations later, even dress codes pay no mind as pants are worn at half-mast. We listen to our new America and think, it will never affect us. Well sadly, there is bill in the House to remove what we all believe in, “one nation under God “. I wonder…has socialism moved in right next door??
I’m tired that complacency is nothing more than a disease; it spreads through our towns like an epidemic. I pray that God, who hears and listens in the silence, delivers us from this blight. It is difficult to believe we’ve allowed things to go this far!
But, maybe tomorrow, after another restless night, the hands of time will ring like the number one song on the top charts that we all used to sing. Isn’t that, in fact, exactly what we do? We sing along and reminisce about the times we first heard our favorite song playing… on our transistor radio….