I don’t know when it happened, but some kind of mood shift occurred in the last 40-100 years. Americans in particular seem unhappy now, as compared to 50 years ago, say. How do I know this?
Because I collect baseball cards…
As I shuffle through my cards, as I am wont to do, I can’t help but notice the different levels of joy between then and now. It is the most obvious and remarkable thing that jumps out at me every time I compare cards from different eras.
Players in the 50s and 60s showed teeth in their smiles. There were something endearing and genuine about their joy. There was innocence and a humility present at the corners of their mouths. They seemed thankful, even happy.
Even the black players, in the midst of the turmoil of the civil rights era, possessed this charisma and glow upon them that I can’t find today in their modern day counterparts. It is just a something, call it an anointing, or a blessedness, or a christian contentedness. Something has happened between then and now, and whatever it is, it wasn’t positive.
It seems like their faces become disturbed, suddenly uneasy with themselves, right around the rise of the civil rights era, to be frank. It is uncanny the timing, perhaps. But maybe there is something to it.
Maybe they were living in non-ideological times, without the bloodthirsty 24-hour media every night stirring up rancor and ill will between parties, classes and races.. But whatever it was, I think something has been taken from mankind, and most of us don’t even know we have lost this birthright.
It seems our joy has been taken from us. Perhaps taken from us by the educators, our political leaders, by the race hustlers, the marxists, the atheists, the stuffy psychologists, the secular philosophers and the bearded naturalists.
It is almost as if a light has been put out in man. A once-friendly smile has been replaced by a thin grin. A childlike faith and a booming optimism replaced by anger, discontent, factionalism, and a fractured psyche.
Pills have replaced prayers. Votes have replaced charity.
We are no longer trusted as free men to determine our future, and the future of our states. We are slowly having the screws tightened on us. Even our moral freedoms are being taken from us. We are expected to live according to societal prescription. But all prescriptions have side effects.
I don’t see genuine joy any more. I feel like I haven’t seen a smile light up a room in ages. I haven’t seen a clean smile, one that approaches godliness, seemingly full of the holy spirit, as it were. I think we are growing cold, and angry, and resentful. We are made for so much more, but are being led astray by worldly systems and an atheistic nihilism.
One senses an explosive violence simmering inside of our countrymen. One feels uncomfortable in their presence, as if you were not among your kind, your tribe, your people. You look in their eyes and see straight through to the void in their souls. Deeply troubled, you may even back away slowly with hands up.
But what happened?
I think men have lost a sense of themselves, of who they really are, and who they are supposed to be. I think we have too many men raised by women alone. They are pretzeled up in emotional knots, anxious, and angry. It is not that they have lost their fathers, but that they have never known their fathers; but most importantly, they don’t know that God is their Father. They don’t commune with the Holy Spirit inside of them, don’t speak to God any more, and don’t listen to God’s voice inside of them.
They have been made angry by race hustlers, spiritual eunuchs, godless political maniacs and politicians. They don’t have perfect peace inside of them. They are not appreciative for the gift of existence that God has graced them with, and they are acting like their angry mothers who raised them.
Man’s soul has been poisoned. Now he appears as a freak, unrecognizable from the man he would have been if he was born 30 years earlier.
Jesus said that the eyes are the lamp of the soul. You can sense that a man’s soul has been darkened by looking into his eyes. They are restless, turbulent, striped with blood; they have something of a falsity to them, as if they are always lying.
The sun of man being darkened. The moon of the eye no longer giving its light.
The eyes are bald. The charismata gone from the face. The face is even twisted, contorted into pain at all times.
Something happened along the way, to our social fabric, there was a deleterious event along the way, something that scarred the soul of man so. A moral shift occurred, away from truth, perhaps toward the toleration of lies for the sake of niceness.
The government became self-interested, almost self-aware, and became an enabler of godlessness.
When you don’t have faith in God, you don’t have faith in anything, especially your fellow man. Everywhere you turn you see evil, wickedness, doom. You see enemies surrounding you, circling you like wild dogs. The eyes that glow are under suspicion as fakes, as charlatans, as counterfeits, as men of artifice. Their eyes are different from yours, therefore they must be the eyes of your enemy.
They lost sight of the Father and his ways. Men today don’t know who they are and who they are supposed to be because they don’t know their heavenly Father.
I am not talking about a return to toxic masculinity, or anything like that. Because God is love. A real man is a man of love, and not hatred. But the societal loam has been poisoned, as it were, by hatred, which brings discontent, which breaks up the peace of God that is supposed to be in a man’s heart.
This is important, that if a man hates anyone, then he does not love.
I see it. I know that you see it, too.
The question is: what are we going to do about it?
Or is too late?
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