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.