In my last post I wrote about faith growing and surviving in the most harsh inviroments yet, while clinging to the smallest of substances, grow such strong roots. I questioned if our roots, with so much freedom and abundance had given us roots as strong….strong enough to hold if the winds should change. I have my doubts.
There’s a flaw in our human nature that dictates how we perceive or calculate worth. It’s the very reason why I have never given away a pet of any kind. We simply do not value anything that we haven’t earned, worked for, invested in or had to fight for. Without any of these, all the mathematical values are zero thus calculated as such. In the absence of these things, we soon begin to take things for granted, become complacent, fail to cherish, nurture, protect. Easy come, easy go.
Another contributing factor is generational distance. Our younger generations have no actual knowledge of nor experiential memory of what the earlier generations strove for, fought for, died for. I was born in the 60’s, a cataclysmic time of change… in the midst of the Vietnam War with WWII and The Korean War still fresh in the collective memory. In school, we had Air Raid drills in preparation of being bombed by the Soviet Union. The 60’s, at the height of the civil rights movement, arm in arm, demolished barriers, bonds and separation.
Our younger generations are too far removed. They have no knowledge of what it meant to fight and die to have our own country and possess freedom, to fight and die to keep it, and protect it from those who wish to conquer or destroy it…nor the resulting pride, patriotism.
They have no concept of depressions, recessions, food rationing, soup lines, hardships. They can’t conceive the notion of picking cotton from sunrise to sunset for the wage of a bowl of beans nor that the hardships resulted in creating community where neighbors cared for the needs and lent a hand to one another.
Only in the brief shining, horrific moment on 9/11, through the dust and smoke filled air…a glimmer shone as we clung together as a people in grief and rose together, unified in our strength and resolve.
I fear that our years of prosperity, abundance and freedoms, provided by the sacrifice of others has created a people who value little and in us, roots that are tenuous. Perhaps it is only through adversity that we can form strong roots. Maybe it is only through the very thing we strive to avoid, hardships, that we gain strength to survive. Or, perhaps it’s only in the darkest hours that the best in us rises to the top.
My cousin Deb Standridge commented:
I agree with you. It is through adversity that a diamond or a pearl or even fine crystal is created. The finer the cuts in crystal, the greater value of the object, and the song it sings when a finger is rubbed over its rim is also a result of the cuts. Even fine china cannot be formed without time on the creator’s wheel and hardened within a kiln several times at increasingly higher heat (adversity). In our spiritual life, our faith and trust in God are created in the fire of adversity as we go through times of trial or testing and see God with us in the midst of it. I was once told for value to be placed on anything we must experience it, earn it, put blood, sweat and tears into it, or pay for it with our own money. So, yes, I agree with you. 💕