A Road Less Travelled

Take Gabrielle’s recent post, add a sermon on civil obedience, let it sit overnight, and voila! A ready made blog post. Add in Crystal’s thirty-six hour labour, a new baby, and now possible whooping cough going around, and we have a delayed blog post. But I’m finally writing it. There was something about the predicted y2k disaster that appealed to me. I don’t say I wanted it happen: it sounded hard and harsh and frightening. But it also sounded like a chance for an evil society to fall apart, and for us to build a better society from the ground up. I could deal with a diet of beans and rice supplemented with homegrown vegetables. I didn’t want to deal with the government restricting OTC access to vitamin supplements. I could deal with rampant dog packs as long as I had a firearm of sufficient caliber. But I didn’t want to face the chance of someday losing my children to a government agency. At midnight Jan 1, 2000 the lights didn’t go off. The television didn’t even flicker as people cheered. I turned it off and on my way to bed I put away the flashlight I’d been holding ‘just in case’. I turned out the light and our nightlight still cast a glow on the room. It was different from what I’d expected. But even with horror stories I’ve heard, I know that the streets outside my door are safer than they would be in an anarchy. I know there are people alive today who would have died without easy access to our medical system, even as messed up and imperfect as that system is. Sometimes I think we got the hard job. We have to take this society and stand up against it. We have to wade into into that mess out there and change it, bit by tiny bit. But we don’t have to do this in constant fear for our lives and safety. God put us exactly where we are. It may not be easy but it is the best place for us to be.