So it was back to the dentist’s office first thing this morning, to have my stitches out. I sit down in the waiting room. The TV is on. It compels me to look at the screen. And the first thing I see is two guys smooching–it’s an ad for a new sod show on Broadway.
Then the celebrity idiot talk show kicks in. The audience goes wild. By “wild” I mean all but tearing off their clothes and levitating. I know the studio audience is coached to do that, but I still find it a daunting sight. I would rather not see it.
I drive home. Because I’ve lived here all my life, I know I’m passing through a landscape full of ghosts–the ghosts of farms and villages, woodlands and fields that I remember, that I saw. Or did I? Did I only dream them? But the Protectors of The Environment, whom we have been electing and re-electing without interruption since the 1960s, have paved over everything. No one would ever guess that this was once a country road, or that there was ever any such thing as “country” anywhere around here.
Somehow I cannot see any of this as being what God intended for His people.