The kids are gonna be all right …

The Kids are Gonna Be All Right

Are they? Are they really going to be all right … One of my favorite Facebook posts in the midst of the war of never ending opinions and soapboxes is this one … “If anyone wants to talk about what’s right with America I’m down …”
I’m not trying to rain on your rainbow parade or silver lining your apocalyptic cloud. But, life is all about perspective. One simple story I’ve clung to on many dark nights is this: Two women in prison looking through bars … one saw dirt and the other saw stars.
Whatever your beliefs are right now … America is a beautiful place to be. Quit shaking your head. I know what I’m talking about. Because I’m here and I’m living it.
The truth is that our lives always have been a series of choices no matter where we live or the law of the land.
Every choice, every word has a consequence. Even when consequence changes, we each still have a choice about what we do with our lives. And that’s what’s right.
Do I worry about the world Wilder will grow up in? No. Gasp. I don’t. Because I know that no matter what this world has to offer and no matter what the world tells us, he will have a choice. That his worth and his future are in the hands of but one — Jesus Christ.
There was a time Christians were thrown into lion dens and arenas for sport. There was a time our African American friends would never have been considered a friend or sit next to me in a restaurant. There was a time I wouldn’t have been able to vote. Or my divorce would have ended in stoning or being ostracized from the church. That being gay meant our friends were modern day lepers.
It’s not that I don’t care about the future of this country. It’s that I know the thing most of you know but likely forgot. The thing about life is this … it goes on until you die. And every single day is in the hands of the Lord. He never says “oops, didn’t see that one coming.” We have free will.
Should every person fight for what they believe? Yes. Here is what sticks in my craw … the wringing of hands and lamenting when someone doesn’t get their way followed by the “but, what if what if what if.”
Recent events are not the cause for concern. The fingerprints of hate, the thoughts residing in people’s hearts have always been there. It’s as though recent events served as a fingerprint dust revealing what always lived within the people we thought we knew so well.
We increasingly are not allowed to have personal opinions, I hear. And that’s a lie. A culture of overexposure and social media has given us a platform and a sense of urgency to announce our personal beliefs on everything from confederate flags and a gay marriage to who has the best king cake (Keller’s, obvi and if you say Meche you’re dead to me.)
Life unfolds like a series of dominos. The catch? We only get to see the one domino in front of us. Do the right thing and let the rest fall where they may.
So, if I was to worry for these kids, what would that worry be? It would be that we live in a culture saturated in disingenuous people, worthless “heroes” and leaders who exploit beliefs for political gain (both sides) and that the next generation would be blind to it. Good news, we’re here to teach them better.
It would be concern that the sexualization of our daughters has reached critical mass and that our boys will think this is normal. Good news, we’re here to teach them better.
It would be that the world has taught us that to disagree with someone in one area is to hate them in every area. Good news, we’re here to teach them better.
It would be that there is no balance between rights, beliefs and personal choice. Good news, we’re here to teach them better.
So, what’s right with America?
We have so much freedom we don’t know what to do with it. We have so much clean drinking water we put it in fountains and just give it away. We have as many kids as we want. Can apply for the jobs that we want. Can worship and sing and praise as we see fit. Can send our kids to school for like a dozen years … for free. We can wring our hands and lament and I can stand in our front yard and read Psalm 62 out loud whenever I want (I haven’t done that but don’t put it past me on a rough day.)
Things were not perfect before last month. They are not perfect now. We live in a broken country because we’re comprised of broken people.
It’s my prayer that in Wilder’s generation #lovewins is a true representation of the world he lives in. That people spend more time being bold but compassionate. That his generation does more than write posts about what’s wrong with this country. That his generation would find a way to do the thing we aren’t getting right right now — to live with both acceptance and passion.

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About Amanda Jean Elliott

I am a joyful believer in Jesus Christ, a mother, a sister, a writer, a maker of gluten free roux and a style editor. I love my son Wilder and the wild life that comes with a 4-year-old who has the energy of a pack of wolves. I also love naps (a lot). I love to cook and create my favorite dishes without gluten not because I'm trendy and anti-gluten so much as it makes me feel like I've been run over by a pack of wolves. I teach 5th and 6th grade girls Sunday School and have a classroom of the greatest girls I could imagine. Girls who often teach me more than I teach them. I believe these girls and many others are the spark to start a fire for The Lord the likes of which this world has never seen. I see more and more girls learning about more than just who God is ... but, learning about who God says THEY are. It is my prayer for every woman to know without doubt that we have a good good Father in heaven and whatever is not right on this earth, He will make right in this life or the next.
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One Response to The kids are gonna be all right …

  1. B. Wylie says:

    Good stuff, Amanda!

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