I’m sick of the Tailhook nature of
navigating daily life when people are so blithely rude they let doors
slam in the faces of the people behind them, they jostle and slam into
others without so much as an “excuse me,” so by the time I retreat back
to home base I feel like an abused slab of dough.
While contemplating the latest call for
the end of time, I realized that if, indeed, this truly is the end, then
I might be a bit more prepared to just sit back and say that it has
been one helluva ride.
The end is an equation with a repeating decimal. Worse yet, the end is like spending
decades watching a television stuck on a channel broadcasting shows with
dreadful, predictable endings, yet living another day to watch those
same shows again.
One of the main things that holds our
society together is trusting one another. We, as humans, rely on other
humans to follow established rules and do their “jobs,” whether it’s a
surgeon, a pilot, a cop or a politician (go ahead, giggle).
Even those who don’t believe in the Bible as a source and guide from a
higher power would be willing to concede that the stories of Christ’s
social mission speak to a degree of efficiency and
discipline that could be a model, especially in today’s world.