No Man's Land

You know, once upon a time - I used to feel like I understood the world and that I had a good handle on it.

Back then we watched the news for one hour in the morning and one in the evening, and men like Walter Cronkite reported it without editorializing at all.  In those days, people born with XX chromosomes competed in women's sports, while those with XY pairs competed in men's.  

It was a time when children didn't have to pass through metal detectors before going to school, and in the classroom they pledged their allegiance to our flag and country.  They were taught reading, writing and arithmetic, and the books in the library were Dick and Jane, and Charlotte's Web, not Heather Has Two Mommies and Flamer.

Back when I understood the world, people weren't glued to their cell phones or silly enough to believe that "truth" was something that could be individualized.  They didn't rant at each other via social media or shoot at each other when they disagreed.

In the time when I understood the world, food wasn't overly processed and treated - it didn't make us sick, or fat, and it didn't cost an arm and a leg to feed a family of four.  Homes were affordable (even on a single salary) and families stayed intact, recognizing the value two parents had in the lives of their children.

But at some point, the world shifted.  Our values shifted.  Our morals shifted, and I am left feeling very out of place.  Very old.  Very square.

And in this "no man's land" where I no longer feel at home in the world I grew up in, I turn to God and know I feel this way - because I am destined for somewhere else...

"For this world is not our home; we are looking forward to our everlasting home in heaven." - Hebrews 13:14