Values dwindle, times change

Values dwindle, times change


The only trouble with being a senior citizen, aside from the health problems, the dwindling retirement funds and declining skills in any recreational endeavor I attempt, is the fact that I remember what America was like when I was young.

I remember life before television. I remember using our imaginations to think of things to do, telephone party lines, knowing my neighbors and church on Sunday. Family was really important to us in that not-so-distant past.

We were a country that only went to war as a very last resort, and we fought to win. I seemed to share a love of America that almost everyone had, and a love of God as well.

Work was not something we feared and tried to avoid. As a boy, it meant I had a little spending money, cash for a model plane or some gadget only a young boy would want.

We were encouraged to do well in school, show respect for our elders and develop a sense of integrity, which meant doing the right thing when nobody was looking. We learned how important truth was.

I don’t remember the level of greed that I see in America today, nor do I remember the jaded and decadent lifestyles of this day and age. I remember a time when knowledge was passed on to future generations gladly and without the outrageous costs connected with education today.

Educators were interested in passing on knowledge for the sake of enriching lives, not enlarging their bank accounts.

What happened to the America I remember? Well, more than anything else, we decided to turn our backs on God, take him out of our schools, our government, and to a large extent, our lives. Some Americans still go to church, but aside from a couple hours on Sunday, we just don’t have time for Him.

We have other gods to spend time with: greed, technology, pornography, gambling, sports and sports heroes, rock stars and all the other things that take priority over God.

I’m glad we were a priority for Him. I remember when He was a priority to us. But maybe I’ve just lived too long.

Larry Shively