Thursday, July 7, 2016

It's Hot and the World is Miserable

Good Lord it's awful out there.

And I mean it. It's 110 outside my window and I have to run an errand at lunch and I'm dreading it. AND, somehow we have come to this point in the changing of the world that has given rise to hatred getting a voice and sheer namecalling, injustice, threats, and actual death. Where's my nice little American bubble? For now at least, it's gone.

Do you know that extreme poverty in the world has drastically decreased? Do you know that for the first time, the US has only 50% of us in the middle class, but that's because a lot more have gotten richer? Isn't that weird? I feel like everything's going to hell in a handbasket, but I listened to a few pieces with real verified statistics on NPR and they don't sound anything like what's being thrown around on facebook. Facebook. The cesspool of fear and anger that is the human brain.

I just go on looking for updates on old friends and funny animal videos and what do I get? Pictures of the unjust, the dead, and more opinions (mostly uneducated guesses of amateurs 'taking a swing' at the world.)

Here's the best thing I saw on FB today (besides a picture of my daughter):
"Do No Violence to the stranger, the fatherless, nor the widow, neither shed innocent blood in this place" Jeremiah 22:3. "Stop Murdering the Innocent" Jeremiah 22:3

I won't repost it, because even something that calls for protection of the innocent starts an argument these days.

This will be better for my kids, right? I mean, I've never understand why Christians keep having kids. The world's going to get worse and worse until Jesus comes back. So why did I do it?

On that note, my daughter comes home tomorrow night. I want to cry when I think about it. She's been gone for 6 weeks. I remember this from last summer. For the first 4, I miss her a tad. But right now my eyes are welling up with tears and my face feels hot because I made that kid, damnit! And I miss how annoying she is and how funny she is and that she's my baby.

I lost Ginger. And by that I mean my dog died on Sunday. She wasn't a particularly affectionate dog, which made it easier, but there's a big hole left in our family. I don't want another pet. It's a relief to have one for a while. I feel like changing my mind, and going back to the vet and saying, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say I couldn't afford $4000 and a lifetime of diabetes care." But you can't bring dogs back. So I feel heartbroken too.

I just don't want to hear about innocent....I feel that's too relative of a term. I don't really want anyone to die. Even those ISIS guys, I'd rather just put them in prison. Death is so final. You just can't get anybody back. You can't change their minds. You can't hug them again. You can't introduce them to Jesus.

I'm really looking forward to some cooler times.