Beam me back up!
Pardon my recalling what God said before beaming me down here: “Survive!” To be living a Fayette County life as a silent observer and humble server, doing one’s best to survive really is enough, don’t you think?
Think back … it wasn’t too long ago when the doors of most homes and churches were left open.
Like the nearby mountains, we seldom went there but were comforted knowing that when we needed to go there, like our homes, they had to let you in.
Along with the ongoing expansion of spiritual ignorance more mountain property owners are posting their lands.
Why do they fear those of us who enjoy roaming freely, exploring, taking from their property only the spontaneous joys of a chance meeting with a relocated black bear and her cubs or revisiting the scene of a first romantic encounter parked and in lust?
The open-door policy in America is dead. Credit lawyers like Attorney Edgar Spider and Co., the liability insurance carriers, I guess?
Except for scheduled meetings at Sunday’s promiscuous services all church doors are locked down tight.
Wrapped in cowardly primal fear, man’s most animal emotion, our ignorance of who we really, really are strengthens and expands the Dark Lord’s grip around our, uh … necks?
I rejoice that my wife and I have survived the pressures and stupidity of raising five children from our first lustful commitments.
As long as we try to be honest and humbly bow to the stupid cupid bussing ’round our heads day and night, we’ll all feel a lot better being alive.
We’re gratefully contented and have accepted Fayette County’s cultural limitations.
Walt Whitman once said, “I have come to learn that just being with those I love is enough.”
Sorry, Walt. I can never get enough of observing ignorance hatching on this backwater planet.
For I have come to learn our true home is not Earth, sod or any church. No. Just to be with that one we love … the Lord, our God. To be one and be done with our creation/sex/separation play is enough.
Beam, me back up, Lord … ain’t nothing but dumb animals down here.
S. Raymond Pohaski
Uniontown