Good Wednesday everyone home return of the sun.
Changes in language often reflect the changing values of a culture
In the 1950s young kids lost their innocence.
They were liberated from their parents by well-paying jobs,
cars, and lyrics in music that gave rise to a new term
---the generation gap.
In the 1960s, young-kids lost their authority.
It was a decade of protest---church, state,
and parents were all called into question and found wanting.
Their authority was rejected, yet nothing ever replaced it.
In the 1970s, young-kids lost their love.
Self-image, Self-esteem, Self-assertion....
It made for a lonely world.
Kids learned everything there was to know about sex and forgot
everything there was to know about love,
and no one had the nerve to tell them there was a difference.
In the 1980s, young-kids lost their hope.
Stripped of innocence, authority and love and plagued by
the horror of a nuclear nightmare,
large and growing numbers of this generation
stopped believing in the future.
In the 1990s young-kids lost their power to reason.
It was the decade of me-ism dominated by hyphenated
words beginning with self.
Less and less were they taught the very basics of language,
truth, and logic and they grew up with the irrationality
of a postmodern world.
In the new millennium, young-kids woke up and found out
that somewhere in the midst of all this change,
they had lost their imagination.
Violence and perversion entertained them
till none could talk of killing innocents since.
As children who died in bombing of Manchester.
And the WORLD.
These days its not just that the line between right and wrong has been made unclear,
today Christians are being asked by our culture today to erase the lines and move the fences,
and if that were not bad enough,
we are being asked to join in the celebration cry by those who have thrown off
the restraints religion had imposed upon them.
It is not just that they ask we accept,
but they now demand of us to celebrate it too.
The great man who it seems would be true, who knows.
We have a right to believe whatever we want, but not everything we believe is right.
Time is the brush of God, as he paints his masterpiece on the heart of humanity.
