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Broken Reflections

James 1:23 “For if anyone is a hearer of the word and not a doer, he is like a man observing his natural face in a mirror; for he observes himself, goes away, and immediately forgets what kind of man he was.”

Over the last decade or more our society has experienced a breakdown in our humanity. Exposure to social media has revealed some great gains, but even greater losses. Communication, now in its peak since inception, is at best a misdirected attempt at coming together while forcibly, if not purposely, pushing each other away. We retreat into our “protected” technologically created shells to become an unrecognizable force fueled by media enhanced images of who we crave in the words of Shakespeare, “to be or not to be.” But, Shakespeare was correct, “that is the question.”

The recent school shooting in Florida has once again fueled the gun debate, creating yet another wedge between people of all race, class, age, region and religious or political agenda. People want to blame the POTUS, law enforcement, religion, races and AR-15’s. The real issues of desensitization, the demise of moral and ethical principles, lack of accountability and respect, and indoctrination through controlled media resources, agenda-themed music, and film still remain. Instead of coming together as a people in support of those grieving and mourning the loss of their loved ones, people choose to use the platform to ego-boost their opinionated ideas and agendas of how much things in this world would be different if we would do this, this way or not do that, that way. The reality is most of us are incapable of just doing the small things needed daily. The small niceties in a day that can cause a infinitesimal ripple in the present, later resulting in fantastic or all to often catastrophic outcomes in the future.

Today, while shopping in Walmart, I had the unfortunate opportunity of witnessing a ripple of irresponsible behavior. There was an older Caucasian, well-to-do woman, standing one person ahead of me in the “10 items or less” line. Directly in front of her was a father and son of Mexican descent, which was apparent by their facial characteristics, skin shading and traditional clothing. The woman was obviously annoyed by the fact that this father and son had more than “10 items or less”, and she had no intention of hiding her disdain or contempt. Firstly, she spoke brazenly with another woman standing behind her, making several remarks under her breath while noticeably glaring their direction. But then suddenly after a deep sigh and rolling her eyes back into her head, she stated aloud for all to hear, “I guess they can’t count!” The father and son looked her direction briefly, peered around, then hastily looked away. As I studied their faces I could see the sizzling sting of pain that comes with being ridiculed and singled out. Their body language displayed silent efforts to make themselves appear smaller so as not to draw any more unsolicited attention.

Now, the “ignorant” person will immediately make this whole observation about race or color or even counter-racism (if such a thing exists). But the truth is most of this dreadful display just solidified the already obvious direction our society has been headed in for a long time. I can not explain the barrage of emotion that washed over me in that moment. Sadness, disgust, and shock filled my body. What bothered me most was the impatient, vulgar reaction of this woman who was obviously part of the Baby Boomer generation. A generation known for their fortuitous tolerance mixed with the ability to express wisdom and knowledge that comes from a life of reflective existence. Instead, she displayed bitterness, hatred and inexplicable rage more than likely related to the over-exposure of mainstream media combined with a silver platter attitude in which she thought herself better than those around her. She even had the nerve to say something about “karma”, as if it had something to do with retribution undoubtedly she felt due to the man and his son. And all of this because of a possible 5 items over in the “10 items or less” line. (Some might say “well it is a ’10 Items or Less’ line for a reason”, however, is it possible that the man and his son did not even see the sign?) Maybe the man and his son were just trying to get a few things for their family from Walmart and in their haste were completely unaware of all the “turmoil” they had just “caused”.

In my astonishment I began to shake my head side to side unable to wipe the judgement from my face. The impertinence of this woman reconfirmed the reason so many outsiders look at America in disgust, scoffing at our elite self-assessment of who we think we are. Just then I heard a voice speak out, “wow, shameful behavior”. The resonating disappointment at the center of that voice momentarily stopped me from recognizing it was my own. I could not believe the audacity with which this woman conducted herself, because I knew she was capable of better. As much as I wanted to stand in the gap for the man and his son I could not lower my standards. Although it might have gratified my flesh, using some cleverly humiliating quip on the woman so she could feel the same sting the man and his son felt, I resisted. But the one thing I did do was pray.

I prayed for the woman to be released from the bondage of her pride. I prayed for the man and his son not to be bound by the embarrassing, dehumanizing example displayed by this woman at Walmart. I prayed for those around who may have witnessed the exchange and ignorantly sided with the injustice. But mostly I prayed for my loved ones and myself. I prayed we would not become so jaded in our experience with others that we would thoughtlessly discount who they are as fellow human beings. I prayed we’d remain humble remembering that not one of our lives are better or more important than anyone else’s. I prayed we would remember the example of unconditional love the Father left us through His son Jesus. Jesus epitomized this fact. And unlike Jesus we did not have to prove our unconditional love by sacrificing everything till the point of death. My final thought was a desire to at least try my best to emulate the gracious example left by Christ and to not jump so quick to judgement instead remembering the grace that had been extended over my once wretched life.

James 1:25 “But he who looks into the perfect law of liberty and continues in it, and is not a forgetful hearer but a doer of the work, this one will be blessed in what he does.”


The American Dream

“The American Dream… you would have to be asleep to believe it.” George Carlin  

There are so many distractions in this world disguised as dreams. While we aspire to get the “dollar, dollar bills ya’ll” the world around us continues to crumble and fall. People excessively labor at their workplace metropolis dedicating exorbitant amounts of time, away from their families and loved ones, only to be paid a net amount in order to pad the pockets of politicians that could care less about “we the people” retirement  funds when theirs are garunteed for life with an added health care bonus of 100%. Entertainment continues to further push unhealthy levels of shock, awe and agenda stimulating the public’s senses to extremes of obsession, lust, greed, hatred, rage, rape and murder through a local provider at a conveniently manageable rate… “and the emmy goes to…”. Young girls have no qualms about discounting their value or showing their “goodies” to get a super-sized happy meal, and young boys describe their mothers, sisters and women in their life as dirty disgusting filth to get 5 minutes of fame on a superimposed social media outlet that really only cares about the bottom line of selfish personal gain at any cost. Pedifiles and deviants are allowed freedom to express themselves in vomitous repetition while our next generations continue to mentally strain and struggle with exploitative messages and lack of parental guidance due in part to the guise of freedom through overdosing self-worshiping, medicated behavior upon the predication that “its my time”, “its my life”. Social media is abused and formatted into some type of personal diary of everyday whining, complaining, murmuring and all out inappropriateness about the injustices recieved at the very hands that chose it. Political slander and accusations run rampid as those that were once close begin to turn on one another like rabid dogs when the outcome has already been set by those that sit back and set the tone for all the perpetuated, impending chaos while laughing at the sheer ignorance of the masses. Veterans, seniors, widows and orphans are constantly looked at as throwaways, dregs or burdens on society while untalented, vain, abusive, robots are idolized and glorified as mentors and leaders. Pretentious, snobby, self-righteous wanna-be freedom fighters consistently lash out at anyone who does not go along with exactly what they “stand for” while constantly professing and shoving down the throats of others the need, desire and lack of the very freedoms they want to take away from everyone else. The distractions are endless, careless and lifeless. The real dreams are either dead or dying.

When we realize that the American Dream has turned to no more than a facade of winning at the expense of others and the cost of our souls creating a living hell that can not even begin to compare to the real one… maybe then we will wake up.

“For what shall it profit a man if he gains the whole world and loses his own soul?” Mark 8:36