I sense a real watering down of humanity. When I walk through Wal-Mart and look at the faces, when I think of how I occupy my time, the things that we delight in are temporal and base.
I have one great, great, grandfather that sat a horse in the cavalry for all 4 years of the Civil War. He came home from that war and mortgaged his family farm to publish a book declaring his fury at what he had seen and was seeing in the nation. The family was disgraced because of this book and destroyed all the copies as my grandfather decided he believed no longer in a literal burning hell. He lost his farm and spent his declining years living with relatives. There is, luckily, a copy in the Library of Congress and also a copy at
On the other side of my family, I have a great, great, grandfather who built the first house in
I want to be Arwen. I want to find myself in a desperate situation like she did and look down deep and pull out of myself something truly heroic. She found the beloved travelers seeking safety from their enemies and physical aid for their wounded friend. It was decided that he needed to be taken to help and safety or surely die. It was decided that she was the faster rider. She mounted up with Frodo in her arms and rode with all her strength. Against overwhelming odds, she outran evil, taunted it, prayed, was vindicated by the overwhelming power of good and saw her enemies crushed. She then prayed that her virtue should pass into the boy saving his life. That’s what I’m talking about.
Mike’s Uncle Clyde died recently and was a decorated WWII hero. A bomber pilot, he flew the Flying Fortress on 35 missions over
Shakespeare's HENRY V
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
And that’s how I feel in Wal-Mart, like we are holding our manhoods cheap. I feel it other places, too. I feel it before God in worship. I feel it right now at my computer as it’s noon and I’m still in my pajamas.