What Is This World Coming To?


by Tom Wacaster

According to Moses [Psalms 90] this scribe has just under ten years to "get it all together."  Sometimes I think it is an exercise in futility.   Someone once lamented that when they finally got it all together, they forgot where they put it. 

I live in a very small corner of this terrestrial globe.  It is so small that when I tell someone I'm from Clarksville, Texas, they respond, "Where?"  I sometimes wonder if my two cents worth that I put into this weekly mail out really makes that much of an impact on anyone or anything outside this small part of the world in which I live.  And about the time I think about hanging up my pen, something appears in the news that I simply cannot ignore.  Maybe by God's divine providence the few words that I share with my readers from week to week will make a difference.   This week's pen has me asking, once again, "What in the world is this world coming to?" Allow me to be more specific.

Forty years ago this baby boomer generation thought they had all the time in the world. So we marched on Washington, participated in week long "sit-ins," picketed our government's presence in Viet Nam, and decided that we were going to make our mark on the world with a "new generation" of free thinkers and liberal philosophers.  Many a prodigal made the trek to Canada and/or California where they clouded their brain with LSD and marijuana, waited out the "war," and then returned to their home states to run for congress or some other political office.  One would think these "hippies" and "flower children" from the drug crazed streets of San Francisco would have learned to be a little more sensible in their later years, but I am prone to think they inhaled deeply on some weed that one could not purchase at your local convenient store. 

No doubt our parents and grandparents observed this "untoward generation" from afar and asked, "What is this world coming to?"  It would appear that the baby boomers are now asking the same question.  Sometimes I feel sort of like the old Quaker who said to his neighbor, "I think the whole world is going crazy except it be thee or me; and I have my doubts about thee."  Consider the following:

Led by their poster boy Al Gore, the environmental movement is pushing for government legislation that will "save our planet."  These environmental whackos want to limit how many miles you can drive in a day, restrict the size of the house you can own, and somehow keep tally on how many squares of toilet paper you use at any one time [really! Some are suggesting a maximum of two squares per…well, you know!]  Global warming has become the catalyst for government control.  What confuses me is, "What ever happened to the ice age?"  While we should be good stewards of what God has given us, it seems that some are over-reacting to the warming trend of this world.  In my estimation, the "mechanism" that is fueling the liberal power grab today is bundled up in the imaginary threat of global warming.  We have seen a lot of "nutty" philosophies come down the pike, but this one is, without doubt, insane. 

Abortion continues to make headlines.  The "pro-choice" [maybe pro-murder would be a better description] want to pass the pending HR bill that has been labeled "Freedom of Choice Act" [now there is an oxymoron] so partial birth abortion can be enshrined in the halls of justice and made a permanent law.  It may be freedom of choice for the mother who seeks some easy solution to her irresponsible life style but it certainly denies any choice to the unborn child!

Now comes the news that some woman in England decided that it was necessary to abort her child and then sterilize herself to help protect the planet.    Before you make a trip to Snoops, or Urban Legends website, let me assure you that the following item is indeed true. Here is a portion of what appeared on the Londan Daily Mail website:

"Had Toni Vernelli gone ahead with her pregnancy ten years ago, she would know at first hand what it is like to cradle her own baby, to have a pair of innocent eyes gazing up at her with unconditional love, to feel a little hand slipping into hers - and a voice calling her Mummy.  But the very thought makes her shudder with horror. Because when Toni terminated her pregnancy, she did so in the firm belief she was helping to save the planet...Incredibly, so determined was she that the terrible 'mistake' of pregnancy should never happen again, that she begged the doctor who performed the abortion to sterilize her at the same time...At the age of 27 this young woman at the height of her reproductive years was sterilized to 'protect the planet'" [www.dailymail.co.uk and peform search for Toni Vernelli - or simply search on "Google"]. 
  
As I read such sophisticated silliness, it dawned on me that this whole environmental movement, along with Green Peace, PETA, and other organizations that flaunt human wisdom, is an underhanded effort to again de-emphasize human life, and elevate animals, trees, and west Texas cactus plants to that of humanity.  No wonder I find myself asking, "What is this world coming to?"  To repeat a line out of "You've Got Mail,"  "What we are witnessing is the end of civilization as we know it." 

This scribe does not think that Washington, the environmentalists, or any other liberal element is going to save this planet.  Nor do I believe we are in danger of the ice caps melting, the climate over heating, or the oil in Arabia running out.  I am not overly concerned about how high the price of gas will get, whether or not Hillary Clinton will be elected as our next President, or if I will have enough money to pay next month's electric bill.   And though I may find myself asking from time to time, "What is this world coming to?" - I will be content to rest upon God's promise that He will take care of me.  As someone has noted, "I'm not concerned about what the world is coming to, as I am encouraged by Who has come to the world!" 

I don't know who wrote the following, but I think it is a good way to end this week's "Tom's Pen":

He Maketh No Mistake

My Father's way may twist and turn,
My heart my throb and ache,
But in my soul I'm glad I know,
He maketh no mistake.

My cherished plans may go astray,
My hopes may fade away,
But still I'll trust my Lord to lead,
For He doeth know the way.

Tho' night be dark and it may seem
That day will never break;
I'll pin my faith, my all in Him,
He maketh no mistake.

There's so much now I cannot see,
My eyesight's far too dim;
But come way may, I'll simply trust,
And leave it all to Him.

For by and by the mist will lift
And plain it all He'll make,
Through all the way, tho' dark to me,
He made not one mistake.