Saturday, July 14, 2012

Grateful, Not Hateful

My family's background and history is what I have assumed to be the "typical" American family history.  My grandparents worked in a cotton mill.  Long, hard, hot, noisy hours day after day after day.  I remember seeing my grandmother come home with cotton all in her hair, on her skin, clinging to her clothes.  My mother even worked at the cotton mill for a time and so I have a mental picture of her covered in cotton as well. We lived in one of the houses built near the mill just for mill workers and their families.  Our doors and windows were always open during the hot months to let the breeze go through.  I remember running around barefoot and playing outside ALL day long.  I remember either my grandfather or grandmother (depending on who was home) cooking a full breakfast, lunch and dinner every day; nothing fancy, but always filling.  My grandfather liked to dip hamburger buns in the grease! Oh, and he would scramble eggs in the bacon or sausage grease (I cringe to think of that now). 

We were not rich monetarily speaking.  My mother was one of six children, so money was always tight.  However, I don't recall hearing anyone complaining of how poor we were or how we weren't getting what we deserve or that the government should be doing more to meet our needs.  No.  I remember my grandparents and my mother always working hard, doing their best, persevering and just simply doing what needed to be done. 

I'm not even sure why I started writing this particular post, except that I keep hearing over and over how the government should be providing for the needs of the people.  There are those who covet the wealth of the wealthy and think that the wealthy should simply hand over their money to the poor and all will be well.  It seems that work ethic is no longer an issue.  We have a society that expects to be clothed, fed, housed, even handed cell phones, cable TV, and/or laptops, simply because they exist.  What ever happened to finishing school, starting out in a hamburger joint (like I did), paying for your own car, saving up for college and/or a home?  How did America get to this point?  What happened to the days of hard work?  

I just read a headline (which I suppose is what prompted this post) about how the "progressives" think the "middle class" should be rejected because they have no "relationship" to the "poor or people of color".  What does that even mean?  If you ask me (which no one did, but that's why I have a blog) as long as there are people on Earth, there will always be some who have more money than others.  That's just the way it is.  It doesn't mean those people are evil.  Some are, but not all.  It doesn't mean rich people or even middle class (which I suppose I am a part of) doesn't understand the needs of the poor.  That's why we have charities.  Also, if you are a believer in Jesus Christ, then you know the importance of meeting the physical needs of the poor and you should be doing something to help in that regard.  However, our government should not - let me say it again, should NOT be encouraging people to not work and have all their needs meet by them.  America is better than that!  We should be encouraging people to get out and work.  Not everyone was intended to be a CEO of a corporation.  We NEED newspaper carriers, fast food workers, factory workers, and the like.  There is nothing belittling about any of those occupations.

It saddens me and maddens me to hear the rhetoric going on and on and on in the media today.  I long for the days of my childhood.  Days of getting up, thanking God for another day, going out (or staying home for us stay-at-home moms) and doing what needs to be done for the family, coming home and thanking God all over again.

That's the source of the problem.  God has been left out.  God is no longer recognized as the Giver of all good things, our Provider, our Source.  God is no longer recognized in general.

Well, I do recognize and thank God and I am teaching my children to do the same.  It is my prayer that soon America will turn back to God; then we will once again have homes filled with those whose hearts are grateful for what they have, not hateful for what they don't

The mill house where I lived as a child.

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