The World and My Children — Why I worry

We live in a world where no one can make a mistake or have an accident. People are ready and willing to pounce on you, cuss you out, and tell you what an idiot you are for not being “perfect.” People have no patience and are ever ready to make you pay (or anyone pay) for any accidents or mistakes made. Even children and teenagers are treated this way.
We live in a world of emotionally immature people who cannot express more than anger and contempt. Compassion and mercy are not a part of our society’s language unless related to allowing someone to die in the womb, in sickness, or old age.
A lot of men do not know how to be men we want our children to look up to and emulate. They cannot be bothered to get off their games, stop binge watching T.V., zoning out on the Internet, or try to quit their bad habits for long enough to think about the example they set for the younger generation watching them.
Women have sunk to the same level and have only allowed men’s behavior to get worse by imitating it. “If you can’t beat ’em, join ‘em” has been the death of family, culture, and our society. We have no moral standards or a remote level of decency anymore.
We live in a world full of fear that feeds all the hate and anger. Only love can conquer fear: “There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love.” (1 John 4:18)
I try not to think of the world my children will be entering into as adults. But I know I must because I have to prepare them for it. I have to make them realize how different a world it is from what they know in our family and small church community. For all our faults (and we have plenty) we are still a haven from the “real world.”
I will stand by my children and show them that love as best I can. I’ll build them up with my love. I’ll help them through their mistakes and accidents. I’ll defend them with every last fiber of my being and until my last breath. I’ll stand between the “wolves at the door” Every Single Time they come. They will know love can conquer all through their mother.
Love is eternal, hate dies every minute — Williams Saroyan

