The Long, Lonely Walk
Shoved in the back.
Punched in the gut.
Slammed against cold, hard steel.
But never a victim.
Harassed? Yes. Assaulted? Beyond doubt. Denigrated? Of course.
But a victim?
Never.
Victimhood leads you down a terrible path. If you’ve been hurt, don’t wallow in it. Seek help from people who truly care, and then move on as quickly as possible. Focusing on your hurts is a miserable existence.
I fight against it, because self-pity is wrong.
So…
Who determines what is ‘right’ and what is ‘wrong’?
The struggle:
Freedom vs societal obligation. Where do my rights end? What do I owe to this world?
Selfishness vs responsibility. Where will my focus be? On myself? Or others?
Liberty vs law and order. How far will I push things to do what I want, when I want, where I want?
Government enforcement vs personal morality. Who sets my compass? The law, or a higher being?
A young man I read and like (his name is Isaiah McCall, I follow him on Medium and Substack) wrote the following:
“Postmodernism is ‘a late 20th-century movement characterized by broad skepticism, or relativism; a general suspicion of reason; and an acute sensitivity to the role of ideology in asserting and maintaining political and economic power.’
“It is a total loss of common sense and universal truth.
“And let me say: postmodernism makes sense for our modern times. Life is confusing. Religion can seem grossly outdated. Everything seems subjective.
“You need rules.
“You have a hierarchy of rules and definitions whether you want to acknowledge it or not; and at the top of that hierarchy is your truth, your God.”
I wonder if we, as a postmodern society, will disintegrate into a Disunited States of America, nobody willing to commit to loving and serving their neighbor (ALL neighbors, not just the ones we like and agree with)? Nobody willing to defend the ideas and principles elaborated in the Bill of Rights and the Constitution. Is it just every man and women for him/herself? Locked away and quarantined in our own little bubbles?
I am fighting against that as hard as I know how. Opening my heart and home to as many as need a loving friend or a caring father. To as many as I can accommodate.
I keep searching for Good Christian Men who will join me.
It is a long, lonely walk.
But as long as I can move, I will never quit walking it…
