As the poet (or some sort of writer or philosopher) said, “time waits for no man.”
The seconds tick in the rhythm of your heart. And your heart beats out the minutes and hours of your days. Then, the days advance like an advancing army into the open arms of each passing year. There’s nothing you can do about it. You can’t turn back the days. And you can’t stop the advance. You just keep moving on down the road.
Yeah, time waits for no man. But what about “the road?”
No, the road doesn’t wait for anybody either. But that’s not the point. The point is, unlike time, the road IS something you can do something about.
You can choose which road. You can choose whether you’ll walk, run, or drive on the road. And, with a map (or map app) you can see where the road goes, ahead of time. You can’t choose which time you’ll travel. Or how fast you’ll go through it. And no one knows the future.
Because the future has NOT happened yet. No matter how much your favorite comic book superhero would like you to believe it has.
Yeah, you and I still have enough freedom to make those road choices. But it’s uncanny how many people seem to prefer to VOTE this country deeper and deeper into tyranny. It’s a cryin’ shame that America, the ultimate symbol of freedom in the history of the world, should find itself on the brink of suicide.
President Abraham Lincoln talked about this in an address to the Young Men’s Lyceum in Springfield, Illinois in 1838.
He said…
“At what point shall we expect the approach of danger? By what means shall we fortify against it? Shall we expect some transatlantic military giant, to step the ocean, and crush us at a blow? Never! All the armies of Europe, Asia and Africa combined, with all the treasure of the earth (our own excepted) in their military chest; with a Buonaparte for a commander, could not by force, take a drink from the Ohio, or make a track on the Blue Ridge, in a trial of a thousand years. At what point, then, is the approach of danger to be expected? I answer, if it is ever reach us it must spring up amongst us. It cannot come from abroad. If destruction be our lot, we must ourselves be its author and finisher. As a nation of freemen, we must live through all time, or die by suicide.”
And, less than 200 years later, about to end it all.
And it hasn’t been a sudden decision to blast our brains out. No. It’s been a long, slow, agonizing death by apathy, the by-product of drugs and gluttony.
For example, it used to be it was only the “thugs and losers and rebellious misfits” who did drugs. But now, if you don’t do drugs, legal or not, you’re the exception. And there used to be a small fraction of Americans who were “overweight.” Or “struggling with their weight.” But now, obesity is so common that grossly fat people convince themselves that large is beautiful, too.
Now, remember, time waits for no man. Psst…it waits for no woman either. So, there WILL be a time limit to this shameful condition America is in.
But that limit probably won’t be before we author our finish.
And I can’t tell you how sad that makes me to even think about it. Thanks to Jesus, America is not the last hope.
Freedom; don’t want to lose my freedom.
I want to make my choice; make my voice be heard.
Freedom; I’m glad I have my freedom.
If all the world could see,
It would have to be the word.
Freedom! © 1987
(from my 1987 song, Freedom)
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