Influence: Listening to a lot of Paul Gautchi videos (Back to Eden garden dude).
Influence: Opening the newspaper.
Influence: Being a crunchy hippie chick.
Influence: Reading a feminist book about body image.
Dude. We’re so broken. We keep trying to find ONE cause of the broken, and I don’t think there’s just one thing. There’s not ONE thing wrong, there’s a ton. They all feed into one another and interconnect and there’s no way you look that you don’t sit a minute and say, “Oh wow. How could we have messed things up this profoundly? What were we thinking?”
(Usually the answer to that is: Cheap/fast/money, or as the Bible says, 1 Timothy 6:10 For the love of money is a root of all sorts of evil, and some by longing for it have wandered away from the faith and pierced themselves with many griefs. It’s not like I don’t know the answer to these questions, it’s that one still asks them, in grief. And then there’s other sin. Mostly if you trace back the “why did we DO that?” the answer is some sort of sin).
If you look at creation, how were we designed to live and eat and drink and interconnect? Then you look at our lives, and compare. And then you can’t but sit back and wonder that we’re not more profoundly broken than we are.
We eat GARBAGE. Do I need to start my processed food rant again? No? Good.
We surround ourselves in plastic, which is not good for us. Our clothes are plastic. The lotions we put on our skin. The stuff we put on our floors and in our houses and wrap our food in and “allow” in our food and… on and on and on.
We put chemicals in all our food and water. BCP traces in the water system, antibiotics in the milk, etc ad nauseum. Ad NAUSEA-um, more like. Air pollution. Noise pollution.
We have completely devalued craftsmanship of any kind. We don’t teach it, we don’t want to pay for it. The deep satisfaction of doing or owning? Gone.
We stay inside too much. We don’t let our bodies acclimate to heat or cold. We insulate ourselves from the changing of the seasons.
We stare at blue screens all day long.
We don’t spend time with other humans in community. We don’t do much in the way of extended family. Marriage is disposable. We try not to have very many kids, especially not unless everything is perfect. Gender roles based on nature? Nope, totally have to buck those.
We disinfect everything. We don’t touch the soil. We wear shoes constantly.
God forgive us for how we treat our food animals.
The way we raise our kids and educate them is nothing short of criminal. Value of curiosity? Value of rational thought? Everyone has to end up the same or you’re a failure? Mastery – of anything? Again, I could go on for days.
We interact (as much as possible) only with people in our own age group. Why would we want to learn from the older generation or enjoy and teach the younger?
I could go on and on. But then, THEN we act startled when systemic illnesses break out. When people’s minds break down. When people’s hearts break. We’ve transformed humans made in God’s image into hyper consuming robots in search of short-term pleasure and convenience.
The world is very badly broken, and you can see it all around you. ALL around you. What makes me wonder is not that we are seeing bad things, but that more bad things haven’t happened yet. We should be on our knees praising God for His forbearance, honestly. And we’re not going to fix anything by a one-step change.
We have to get back to real. It’s not a one-step process, it can’t be gotten to in our lifetimes. But we can try, we can make the moves as they become available.
REAL is beautiful. So incredibly beautiful. The way we were designed to live, in harmony with nature and each other is beautiful. Carved wood and real wool and clean water and happy animals are BEAUTIFUL.
If we keep starving ourselves, it’s no wonder we’re dying.