WABAC Machine

Some days I wish I could put on my horn-rimmed glasses and join Mr. Peabody & Sherman in their “WABAC (wayback) Machine”, set the date to the years of my childhood and escape this crazy world. Accepting the present state of affairs is difficult and disheartening.

The world has changed from the world I remember as a child. I went to Catholic school and to church every Sunday…it was not an options, it was not by choice. Perhaps it was an ugly world even then, but I never knew the ugly existed. I remember when we were the only family in town that did not have a TV…and we lived in Los Angeles. Perhaps I was naive or just sheltered by my parents.

I also remember that I wanted to run away from home, to join the circus and live the life of Riley. I wanted to eat cotton candy and hot dogs as opposed to all the nasty vegetables and perfectly balance meals my mother made three times a day. I remember being attracted to the seedier side of life. I wanted to be able to cuss like a sailor. I learned all the words early on but could never seem to get a smooth flow going and eventually gave up the pursuit of using such vernacular. Much like golf, I had no natural ability in that area and gave up on it also. It was just too much effort, and for what? On the other hand if I had kept at the golf I probably would have developed my cursing skills.

My father was a product of the depression and a survivor of the 2nd World War. He was very conservative, to put it mildly, and invested his hard earned money in the stock market. I remember him saying that General Motors stock was as good as gold and if General Motors ever went broke the entire country would be broke. What prophetic words. Today, I feel we are on the brink of financial disaster. I, personally, would rather have a car with a stuck accelerator than a GM (Government Motors) car. I know that’s crazy but I honestly feel that way.

There are so many things I just don’t comprehend: tattoos and body piercing just to name a couple. It’s a strange world and getting stranger by the minute. The language on TV is enough to make a sailor blush and that’s the girls talking. For some reason I don’t find that to be an attractive quality in women. Then they add smoking, tattoos and piercing to the equation, stir in a heaping measure of selfishness and they wonder why they are having relationship problems. GO figure. Comedians are not funny anymore. Since when is vulgar funny? Maybe it is my age or just the normal maturation process. Perhaps it takes a life time to figure this out. Enough poking around in the past…“Sherman, set the WABAC machine to the year 2010.”

Going back and do-overs are not an option and I ready don’t want to go back to being so ignorant. In spite of all of my mistakes, I am excited by the fact that the road in front of me is shorter than the road behind me. I’m comforted by the thought that God is in charge. My only salvation is in the hope that I have made the right choice: picking Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior. As it seems any other choices lead to chaos and disaster.

Dear Jesus, at the risk of making a terrible pun...feed this line(lion) to the Christians.
Amen