My Hands are Tied
Progress. The dictionary defines it as a "moving forward and onward"; " advance towards perfection" Are we really progressing? Women fought and gained 'equal rights' yet they are still paid a lower wage than men, in some cases, for the same job. Their contributions to the arts and sciences are still downplayed to a large extent. The work they do in the homes is still called being a 'housewife' and not an all-rounder of great importance. The statistics for abuse and violence against women reads one in every three women. It's 2010. Is that progress?
We now have both mother and father working outside the homes. More often than not our children are left in the care of a stranger or on their own. Their new caregiver is the television and the computer. They wind up in chat rooms where, like Alice falling down the rabbit hole, they come face to face with untold evils. They end up plastered over the internet, They wind up in gangs, or up to their own devices or worse. It's 2010. Is that progress?
The sexual revolution of the 1960s and 1970s ushered in a new era of freedom. Sex was out in the open; to be discussed and experienced freely. It was no longer necessary to be married. By 2010 to be a virgin past 16 is considered taboo; something to be scorned and scoffed at. Sexual promiscuity and immorality is a badge of honour. Now we make movies about having sex with multiple partners.Teenage pregnancies are on the rise. There are more cases of STIs and new strains popping up. No cures, just treatments. Have we progressed yet?
School. A place where we learnt values of fair play and industry. A place where we knew our children were looked after. Now our children are being shot at and stabbed by classmates and abused by teachers. Now school is a place where children go to have sex and to buy their pot and coke. We no longer pray there. God has been outlawed; persona non grata. 2010. Progress anyone?
The family unit. The model for all other things; institutions and organizations. People with different personalities, even though they are born with the same dna, working together for a common good; a common goal. The home, a place of solace; a place of shelter. Homes have become places to sleep most times. Maybe we'll eat there or not. Maybe we'll see each other on the way out- or not. Divorce is on the rise, single parent households the norm rather than the exception. The ideal home: a father, mother and kids is now daddy, daddy and me or mommy, mommy and me.
The elders had a good idea. They came together as a family to pray, thrash things out. They worked at their marriages because they recognised that at some point one or the other will do something stupid; make a mistake; say something dumb and hurtful. At some point one or the other may not feel the love. So they worked because it was something worth working on. Now it's easy to say "I can't do this anymore. I'm going to talk to my lawyer in the morning. I'm taking the kids and moving out" or "I think you should go" Then we go to therapists and psychologists and ask them why we can't seem to have a meaningful relationship and why are our kids so messed up. Isn't it obvious? It's because we are progressing.
This was not God's intent. God wanted us to prosper and be in health. God wanted us to gain knowledge and be educated. But where is the forward? Where is the perfection?
It's 2010. Welcome to the progressive world.
Ecclesiastes 1: 14Why not spend some time reading:
I have seen all the works that are done under the sun; and, behold, all is vanity and vexation of spirit.
Are we so far gone or can we get back on track? How can we get back to some of the ideals that God wanted for His people from the beginning?