I always get a little nostalgic when Easter comes around. I think back on the spring weather that comes with Easter, and the warmth, the snow melting and our old muddy lane. We would pile everyone into the Jeep to drive to the end of the lane where our car was parked. We would take it to church. We went every Sunday but Easter was special and we had on our best. It was our way of doing our part. God had given his all, so we gave ours. Our effort wasn't much in comparison, but it was an effort none the less.
Thinking back on those times, my parents believed the same thing as their parents before them, and so on. Everyone we knew back then had the same views. Views on abortion, marriage, freedoms, and rights. I also believe the same things my parents did and add the generations before them. Nothing has changed. Pretty middle of the road stuff. Right?
No, wrong. Now those same beliefs aren't middle of the road. Those beliefs are now intolerant, extreme, right wing, religious zealots. Why the nerve of us.
Truth be told, those titles are handed out, because of our beliefs. We refused to move, or be moved down the easier path. The one where if it feels good, you should be able to do it. The path where no one is responsible for themselves or their family. The path where the government is supposed to protect, and entitle, and make everyone equal and on the same low, easy to reach plane. Where it's okay to be any religion as long as it isn't Christian. The path where it's wrong to use the death penalty on a mass murderer, yet it's okay to take a full term baby and suck it's brains into a sink. That path took off to the left, went down thru the ditch, and into the field so far from the center of the road, that they can't be seen anymore. From over there in the field where they are, I'll bet it does seem that we are so far to their right, that we can't be tolerated anymore. They're not going to put up with us anymore. We are "soooo" intolerant. Uh, WE are??
All of this because we wanted to stick to our beliefs. You know, not be dummied down by society. The center won't be moved, and that folks, is the problem. Those on the left are standing knee deep in a muddy field, thinking it's the middle of the road. They're waving to us to come on out in the field.
I like it here on the road. I don't have a Jeep to ride thru the mud in, anymore.
Have a Blessed Easter.