The simple answer is NO! I am not sure how you are reacting to this assertion of mine or even if you will continue reading but one thing I am sure of is that if you go beyond the basic idea and actually attempt to conceptualize what a Christian country would look like you will most likely arrive at a similar conclusion. If you are still along for the ride, let’s work through this together.
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Oh, the good old days when everything was perfect; how I long for the days of my youth when life was simpler and cheaper. Well, to be honest, one of the reasons life was simpler was because I didn’t know how much things cost because I didn’t have to buy them, which is part of the reason that life was simpler. Sunday was church day, Tuesday was laundry day for clothes and Thursday was laundry day for towels and sheets. Dinner was at 6 PM, lunch always at noon. All I had to do was put my dirty laundry in its place and it would show up clean, and respond to my parent’s call for food and it would show up on my plate. Oh, The good old days!
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I am not an expert on opening a can of worms. As a matter of fact, I don’t think I have ever opened a can of worms. I have opened a Styrofoam container of worms when I used to fish. I have opened a can of soup, a can of pop, a can of juice, a can of oil, a can of beer (sorry to those who might be offended by this act), a can of paint, a can of peas, corn, olives, peaches, pears, fruit cocktail and, once when I was in grade school I opened a can of whoop King James donkey (my attempt to avoid further offence) on someone who was bullying me. After this trip down memory lane, I still don’t remember opening a can of worms. By the end of this post, I believe I will have made a case that a can of worms being opened is not only biblical, but it might also be something that will happen again.
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I always have something going on when I walk! The spring in my step is better described as a drunken stagger. I don’t notice it, but according to my wife I walk funny. It’s not just my wife; everyone who has seen me with or without my walking aids have noticed I look like I have a problem with the bottle. A spring in my step might better be described as a drunken stupor in my gait followed by a stumble and maybe even a fall. It is not fall though, it’s almost spring which gives me a spring in my step even when I am zipping around in my wheelchair!
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I lost them a few days ago for about three hours. It wasn’t all out searching for each minute of the three hours. A few times I gave up and did things that didn’t need me to see larger things beyond five or six feet or didn’t require me to read smaller print beyond arm’s length. Once I had done what I could do without my glasses I went back to looking. Then I would give up and do something I could still do without my glasses. After some time without them I got a little nervous that they might be lost for good. I even contemplated putting in my contacts so I could find my glasses but never got that desperate. The bottom line is, I need my glasses to find my glasses.
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At first glance this could be a question you would ask of someone you were counting on during a difficult period of time. There is nothing worse than facing the things that life throws at us without the support of those who we feel we can count on. The tone of voice assigned to this question immediately exposes the degree of pain one has been forced to endure in what can be best described as isolation.
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