Humankind is given every opportunity in the world to do good on behalf of others, to seek the brightness in a future which seems always yet to be determined, and to flourish amidst the milestones of progress that our previous generations have set into place. Most of us wait to see what reaction the rest of humanity will have to our earliest potential, whether there is honesty beneath their critical thoughts and preponderance, or if our better ideas will ever take-hold in the public arena at large. Most people believe that there is nothing random in the Universe; for every bird that sings, every breeze that blows; any star that falls, and in every baby’s cry; there is, and has always been, a natural progression of growth, change, and development to Creation in accordance with the Will of God since the Earth was first positioned in space. It would be safe to say that most of us know that there is an inevitable purpose in life, if not outright predestination. And, it will remain so unless we beseech the Almighty Father above to change it through the wielding of His power. There is some sort of understanding that seems to exist between God and the Earth; as the future belongs to the hunter who seeks, the prey who eludes, the connoisseurs who savor, the novelists who render, the jesters who laugh, and the children who play. Is not human life a part and parcel of this same imminent process of being shaped and advanced by the fusillade of Heaven over the lands below? What can be said of the nations who are not yet so united as to gather in a consortium of exchange from which only the barest of compromises seems to rise for the betterment of the world? Can any among us define the greater purpose of such moral reasoning if it is not to make us each and everyone a purer breed?
Our American nation has become sorely divided within itself, if not completely fractured by the lesions of hatred and isolationism which have sprouted from one neighborhood to the next. The people of the United States have made the way of their union a destiny that is almost assured to be rough sailing into the next few decades and beyond because we have defined Love down to its barest of meanings; to say that we know the hearts of other men, while looking completely away from everything that makes them ache from the core of their very being. Too many Americans have been left stranded and allowed to drift into the darkness over the rolling waves of misery, while millions of others are too proud to concede that they have stood along the shoreline and launched their brothers’ plight upon the crest of their own indifferent arrogance. Can we be sure that this awful horror has not been wrought by our earlier refusal to value the essence of unborn human life from now three-decades past, and counting? We are unsightly because we have cast-away our pretty face by the guilt we have inherited and the shame that is ours to wear, wrought by the oceanic blood of the aborted unborn innocents who, in God, shall retrieve their justice at last. The world will finally reveal itself as a protector of the sanctity of life when people pass-away and the unborn children in their daughters’ wombs are listed in the obituary columns as being among the survivors who are left to mourn. When America has finally accepted this Commandment of Heaven as our infinite source of Wisdom, no one else will ever be able to talk us out of it because we will have already mastered the art of persuasion and exercised complete control over the effectiveness of defending the Truth to our death.
The wasteful breath of those who have no faith has become a fashion which is now outdated and altogether obsolete. The effect and reflection of days gone-by may allow us to remember and record what our consciousness wills, but we shall thereafter extract only very little perspective from it if our course is not to make ourselves better known to God. Human perception is based upon our capacity to envision reality with the clarity of the Creator who made us in the flesh with a Spirit we cannot yet see. We can sculpt whatever world we choose to make inside the parameters of our minds, but our hearts will always be capable of telling us where the real one is. That is the one where people still lay in poverty and disease, where haughty crudeness is having a field day over the air waves and in public print, and where the deterioration of our conscience is growing wider by the day. If we take a good hard look at the United States electorate, do we exercise our franchise and suffrage only in accordance with how we are affected by the nation as a whole, or whether every segment of society gains the satisfaction of their needs and the redress of their personal grievances? The reflection of this prospect is what tests the mettle of our own democratic state, not to mention the genuineness of our faith. Every one of us should think about what our own legacy will be, once we have passed beyond the present age. It is not so much that a chord is struck which marks our new beginning, but that it echoes through the air and in our memories long after the orchestra has been dismissed. Will the reflection of our lives be among the fonder masterpieces through which our great-grandchildren will be consoled? Indeed, the diminishment of our better recollection is never quite like a pitfall into a canyon, but as though time has become an invisible auger that is somehow connected to our brain, slowly drawing-away the effects of the parading years and returning us to the innocence with which we first started learning as toddlers in the backyards of our friends.
We sometimes wonder why Jesus did not wait to be Crucified until such time when we had the availability of audio-visual equipment so we could simply play it out for every succeeding generation to see. God’s answer to this premise is that there is no need for recording what is still ongoing upon the Altars of the Roman Catholic Church. Does it require our faith to see it well? There is no one alive who would maintain that it does not! But, for such faith, we are saved from the preeminent effect of certain death. We should wish not for replicas of the Passion of our Salvation, but for the suffering of Jesus, itself. This, too, is still proceeding in the lives of those paupers whom our American nation has refused to feed and those who live in squalor in distant parlours around the globe. Many are the times when citizens of our country have thrown their hands into the air and said, “We just cannot feed them all!” Sadly, however, these are the same individuals who have never really tried because they are much too concerned with fending for themselves. Is it more difficult to prepare for the running of a marathon than it is to discover that someone else has won? We have yet to take the tiniest steps in the direction of ameliorating society’s ills, but have already surrendered it as being a long, lost cause. With this same lack of perspective, would the original founders of the first thirteen American Colonies ever expect that they would be the curators of the greatest superpower ever known to man? Did the framers of the United States Constitution discuss in a side-bar how much money their successors would require for sending a triad of men to the moon?
What would these legends have said to our modern-day democracy that they nurtured from the nests of their personal humility if someone had approached them from outside the stately halls where they were so solemnly sequestered and stated that they should allow their wives, fiances, and daughters the freedom to kill their Nation’s progeny in their pregnant mothers’ wombs? There is no doubt that these dead who penned the original charters of our American republic will return someday wearing the wings of God’s Wrath on one shoulder and His Justice on the next, barnstorming through the gateways of the past and proclaiming at the top of their collective lungs,“We have come back to retrieve the noble Nation to which we devoted our lives, for which our countrymen fought to their deaths, upon which our mothers’ tears fell alongside the blood of their sons on the battlefields abreast, and over which you have no right to pervert and destroy the dignity we so properly instilled in the tenets of her Trust. Listen well, and lay low; for the time has come for your infectious immorality to greet its destined end! We have come this day bearing the swords which have been handed to us by Christ; and it is in His Holy Name that we shall remake this country again! You can run, but you can never hide; you marauders and thieves who have pilfered the honesty and Love in whose stead we are now marking steps; for God is right behind; and you had better shiver to the bone in wonderment what He will do with the pillaged acreage over which He is about to scatter your remains! Shed His Grace upon Thee, indeed! We will be more than jubilant to deliver your souls to Him in shreds for the evil you have allowed to perpetuate inside these sacred borders, and whose history we have come to rescue from the jowls of your error!”
Imagine seeing George Washington glaring our peoples straight in the eye with the cold stare of Valley Forge upon his brow; Abraham Lincoln bearing the towering admonition of honesty to everything in his path; and Benjamin Franklin peering over the frames of his wiry spectacles as though awaiting an explanation for why we ever allowed time and fashion to steal our hearts from the decency by which they all long lived and prospered well. What about the Romantic lyricists who sang dirges and wrote so prophetically about how we would be the inheritors of a land of pleasured opportunity between the silvery seas, one that would never stoop for demagoguery or deceit, let alone the false witness that has plundered our neighbors’ chance for making the most of the grandeur of the mountains and our kind civilities. There are countless poets-laureate and dignitaries, ambassadors and Senators, ex-officio parliamentarians, missionaries, and Generals who are about to break through the barriers of our wards of mortal reclusiveness and take us to the docks. Bygone popes, bishops, Martyrs, and parishioners will walk through the walls of our most endearing institutions and grab us by the throat until we cough-up a reasonable explanation as to why we have allowed this hallowed ground to shift so closely to the fiery inferno of Hell. Let us never believe that we will be vindicated before them without our own collective contrition, lest they decline to intercede on our behalf to the Christ who has Redeemed their steely souls for God.
By this same hope and revelation, we should henceforth make every effort to wrest the continent of America, the Western Hemisphere, and the entire globe away from the aftermath of our obstinance to do any better toward Salvation out of respect for the many statesmen who have left their own signature and seal on the modern-day world through the price of their sacrifices; personal, societal, interracial, and universal. We are the origin of the tawdry shambles which have befallen the twenty-first century for the rest of Creation to grieve. If our consciences are dead, then our souls should be amongst the first decedents to be also buried with them; for there is nary a man who ever lived who would not return to the Earth and guide us a better way. He knows what we know now; that this is our time to effect the reconciliation of the present and the impending future that will make human life a banner procession for the multitudes who are scorned. The bereavement of such Saints that are hailing above us now is about to be resolved in the face of our own judgement, as we are those who will have to muster an excuse for reneging in our mission to uphold their sound reasoning of the lessons they learned in such pain, agony, selflessness, and service. If legacies and legends are to serve only the living, then why do we keep burying our faces in the ground? Are we prepared to pronounce ourselves dead at the feet of our own denial; anticipating only the fateful sentence to which we have exposed our minds and hearts? We shall look upward and beyond the frail images that keep distracting us from the proper goals of life, because there is no other purpose to human dignity than to seek it from the first. We cannot discover Love if we wrap ourselves in hatred; and no goodness has ever sprung from under the spoils of disdain. Whatever happened to the primness and propriety that brought us to drive our motorcars down the road with our palms grasping the steering wheel at an imaginary ten-and-two, knowing that our little children were huddled safely in the back seat as we continued on?
The long-range methodologies we were bequeathed from our teachers, legislators, and friends have died in our hands because we have done everything we could possibly do to squeeze the lifeblood from them through the brash temperament of our sightlessness, our corruption, and our whims. We once rued ever being left alone as infants who looked for mentors to guide us into the yonder years and beyond; but now, we have dishonored them by living just for spite, by wasting what is needed to the point that millions of others now want for just a pittance and a share, by staking our entire legacy upon a flesh that is headed for the grave, and by our unmitigated lying, cheating, stealing, carousing; and telling the children of our day that these vices are quite an acceptable way to live. The essence of tomorrow cannot be found in anyone’s libido or the fads of a secular world, but in what we do to escape them for the good of the spirituality which is the procurance of our sanctity and the finality of our grace. Then, when those lofty birds of a feather sing and our babies start to cry; we will know that only our reunion with the God of all Creation is the reason for our placement both hereto and hereon; that America must be beautiful from the inside-out, not by virtue of her rolling meadows or her pretzel cloverleafs, but in the simplest nobilities that we gain from espousing human Love. If Jesus finally decided to pull-the-plug on the passing of our tomorrows, would we know enough about Him to stop and wonder why? Is our awareness as scant as our willingness to discover what lies beyond the phases of the moon? Perhaps we should learn that America is, indeed, not only a melting-pot for the peoples of the world; but also the awesome cultured preservation of everything that has been best about man. We must protect and unite her as well as we know how; for God realizes that we are helpless without Him; with nothing but His deliverance to keep us safe and free.
There are more than a few grand possibilities in aspiring to not only realize this glistening essence of tomorrow, but to also become one with it inside the transfer of our consciousness toward our revolutionized new beginning. Whether we are painters whose concentration is focused upon automobiles, nature, figurines, or animals; we must all employ the same brush strokes that will allow us to compose a replicated assemblage of order, rather than some random tribute to our own psychic insomnia. If we search for the Truth this carefully, we will be drawn in conscience and action back to solving the problems of the physical world, because the shame we would bring upon ourselves if we declined would never let us speak to our spirits again. What do we really have to show for all of our advanced technologies and social progress over the past hundred years? Are we a better measure of people than those who lived almost explicitly off the land? Do we somehow believe that we are more worthy before God because of our sophisticated institutions of higher learning, our appellate courts and civic councils, and the unprecedented discoveries we have made in science and medicine? Is the restoration of our human decency in any way connected to our ability to conceive our children in laboratories, implanting artificial “hearts,” reattaching severed limbs, or curing crippling diseases through the corrupt abuse of human stem cells? Does the cloning of certain species somehow vindicate us for the millions of little children whom we are killing in their mothers’ wombs every year? There is no doubt that we will be responsible to somehow try to explain to God how we will give Him credit for our advanced intelligence at the end of time as we know it, while simultaneously continuing to utilize it for a means that is contrary to the Divine intentions of His Spirit of Holy Truth. We live in an era of soundbite journalism, shallow conversations, multi-millionaire sports dynasties, “canned” entertainers, artists, actors, and singers; and we have sought-out excuses not only to be quicker in solving our immediate problems, but also how to expeditiously capture the profit we believe should rightfully be ours for doing it before anybody else has a chance to act.
When we stop to ponder the cinema arts, motion picture productions, the abstract writings of modern authors, and lewd and illicit illustrations of physical infatuation; what are we actually saying about ourselves? Do we really believe that we hold the right to amend the time-honored social mores that so many people before us have fought tooth and toenail to keep from being infringed? Have we allowed our moral decency to go to wrack and ruin just because we want to somehow make a mark on the history of Creation for the legacy of our own generation; whether it be one of goodness or careless harm? If this is what we call progress, then we have totally missed the point; for progress is meant to infer that our most proficient approaches should be toward preserving the purity and integrity of our religious faith, the community of America as a land of sound judgement and critical thought, and a place where there are definitive limits as to how far we will allow our counterparts to go before we stop them from commandeering the reigns of our societal order and driving our civilization into the ground. There is little doubt that the hapless world is on its way to Hell in a handbasket; and we Americans have our collective palms placed tightly on its handles, carrying it like a coffin to an unknown grave somewhere.
Let us not deceive ourselves any longer; we have generated a culture of living in the United States that devalues the heralded virtues of the Holy Gospel, and which is not even slightly in alignment with the sacrificial nature of human life that God has asked us to embrace. Too much time has passed before us now to lay the blame on the faddish iconography of the Beatles phenomenon, or the tragedy of the Viet Nam War, or the crisis of President Nixon’s Watergate scandal, the effects of the failed Equal Rights Amendment, or our voluntary exposition to the vast wasteland of the television screen. Everything that must be repaired and restored about our national fiber and fabric must be done from within us, by us, and in our present day. We have been told that there is nothing that can come from the outside which can violate us or render us impure; only those things which we choose to emanate from our spiritual core. We should not have to hold our consciences up to the dawn of light to see whether there is a watermark of authenticity to them; for every soul who is born in the flesh is given one to pursue and exercise from the moment they are conceived, to have and to hold, until the hour of our death. It has also been said that our balloons may sometimes lose their buoyancy and the grapes of our sweetness may turn into uncensored wrath; but this does not imply that our righteous “being” must also degenerate with them. If we allow it to do so, will God not stomp upon us, too, searching for wine; driving us farther into the pit of the Earth, knowing that the best nectar of our inner-selves has already evaporated into the thin air of our snobbish gloating? We must eventually learn that social progress and spiritual piety can walk hand-in-hand, just like that same George Washington and Abraham Lincoln walked together in patriotic goodness, while mortal generations apart. They were common in their deeds because they both served the same God; therein making their souls timelessly united toward the cause of human freedom. We must hem our evocative curiosity about the future to their lessons of the past; to know that the civility of America can truly live again; and assure the rest of the world that we are in a stable state of acceptable grace before the Divine Creator who has given life to us all. If this sounds a bit too symbolic and poetic to be true, let us remember that our American eagles are still soaring through the air, whistling the tune of the Star Spangled Banner as they hover just overhead.
Our nation is hemorrhaging now more than it ever has before; from the violence on our streets, the crime behind closed doors, and from the dying goodness that we once espoused; now rolling like bloodshed into the cracks beneath our feet. It is the likeness of our greater men that is calling upon us now, seeking us to rise to the cohesion that will again make us one Republic, under God, and indivisible; although we have never really gotten the art of seeking liberty and justice for all quite right just yet. It is our great forefathers who are begging from beyond their graves for us to abandon our wanton disregard which we have garnered toward one another, praying from their lofty palaces inside the Mansions of Heaven that we who live below them might finally snap to our senses and somehow reel-in the years that we have blindly and haphazardly allowed to slowly slip away. They have no doubt that their successors of our age have permitted the advancements of our new technology to backfire on us, leaving our faces powdered and splattered with guilt and the stain of mortal sin; and that we have become much worse for the wear, diminished by the pilfering effects of time, effaced by our own collusion, and deceived by the ecological superiority that we claim to hold over the annals of history right now. Most everything that was supposed to make us a free society has heretofore bound us in chains; from the digital divide, to telephone modems, computer screens, microwave ovens, atom smashers, cellular phones, fax machines, global positioning systems, ATM electronic banking, and even casting our ballots for our public officials while seated behind the steering wheel of our fancy new automobiles. Whatever happened to our good old-fashioned personal interaction, the jokes we used to butt on the Main Street park bench downtown, and the loitering of amusement that kept us all laughing at the gas station along the State Route road? Most every place of business where we hold an account these days has a computer to conduct our affairs; and we call on the telephone to reach a digital voice that could not respond to a question if it meant another million-dollars’ profit for the members of their Board. With the daily increase in the world’s population, why are there less and less people to speak to when we seek someone to respond to our individual needs? Are corporate businesses too cheap to hire someone to answer the telephone anymore? Is this process of dehumanizing our affairs in any way on course with the community that our original founders had in mind? These are only among the epidermic changes that have taken the personal nature away from our common marketplaces and replaced them with a faceless sensation of a more anonymous air.
There is no doubt that the solvency of our entire social and collective conscience is at stake as we continue our march into the 21st century. We have gone from Romeo and Juliet, to Ken and Barbie; and now to any two individuals who think they can hoodwink God into believing that their illegitimate union has a useful purpose alongside His Sacred Kingdom. There have been not only presidents, but lyricists, lecturers, philosophers, and archeologists who have been sitting quietly in the wings, watching as our national integrity slowly emaciates toward certain extinction. While we used to be concerned about our enemies abroad who might strike us with terror or an invasion of troops, we should hope that this is only the slightest of what God might allow to occur. The corruption of our civilized union has little to do with violence, but with our willingness to climb into bed with unfettered evil, by the agnosticism of our ordinary citizens, the lackluster approach we take toward keeping the Sabbath holy anymore, and an appetite for materialistic greed that rivals none other in the history of man. These descriptions are not too exaggerated to be true, because the facts of our actions speak loudly for themselves. There will be no healing of the United States of America until we all stop what we are doing, take a deep breath of fresh air, and recant our demands of “I want, I need, I cannot, and I quit;” in favor of the more noble beatitudes of goodness, to which we must respond, “I will, I can, I hope, and I’ll try.” This should be not only the Introduction to any written manuscript about the convergence of capitalism and Christianity, but also a complement toward our better course of fusing the two without bringing greater shame upon the awful error that we have already embraced in the past. There is a new sense of anticipation which rests just beyond our initiation of this course. We can find it if we try; and only our individual sacrifices will allow us to succeed. This, in its most essential terms, is why the discussion about the truth of “In God We Trust,” should continue without inhibition. We can change our minds about what we are doing, but it will not be enough to suffice for the wholesale alterations that must become a part of our entire new psyche and the amendment of our social behavior. Perhaps we will see now, after the wars of hatred have finally entered the borders in our greatest American cities, that we cannot approach the larger world with the same disdain that we have deployed against them in the past. It is time for victorious Love to overcome everything which ails us; a moment that is both precious in purpose and expiring as swiftly as we speak. Thereafter, if the angels still deny us our due recompense, it will be solely because we have already driven them away. It looks from here like the future may still be bright because it is yet quite dark in the places where we live. Let us hope for Earnest Hemingway’s Sun to rise again very quickly so as to set our souls afire with the flames of the new beginning that he and millions of his own contemporaries were much too timid to face.