“IMAGINE” – VIEW FROM A WAGON TRAIN
(A word of caution: Breaking the Sixth Commandment is a sin like any other sin. It can bring bad consequences but it can be forgiven by the same means that all our sins — my sins — are forgiven It’s an act of love and of mercy to talk freely about the consequences of any sin. The sinner remains loved and lovable, with the clean love of God, and with repentance, and forgiveness.)
I told a pretty story yesterday about two young people falling in love . . .
And getting married, sweetly, openly, honestly.
And then they are open to the possibility of having a baby . . .
That’s all God asks of us, if we are married. Love each other, each other only; excluding all others. Be open; be glad to receive children. This fidelity will keep on giving rewards throughout their lives, coming up unexpectedly at times, and happily. Ups and downs, like life itself, but always rewards of fidelity in marriage.
A happy, settled reward-filled life is what the Sixth Commandment protects.
Now let’s dissolve away all that companionship and peace and happiness.
The Sixth Commandment says: “Thou shalt not commit adultery. . . ” (and a whole bunch of other sexual acts against chastity and purity).
“Imagine” a world without “religion,” we are told. Imagine no Sixth Commandment. As I was doing my morning news reading, I was assaulted several times by news of about 37,000,000 men and women who have an extra worry today — and extra burden of wondering “What’s going to happen to me?”
37,000,000. Really? The Cheaters’ website was supposed to be anonymous and secret and, well, you were supposed to be able to get away with it. Shrug your shoulders? Hey — no Sixth Commandment, right?
I was going to then write about the finality of losing your virginity, men and women alike — or, as nowadays, boys and girls alike. I was going to talk about fear of pregnancy, unwanted pregnancy, the negative and dangerous results (sooner or later) of using chemical means to prevent natural body functions, the horror of abortions, shame, uneasiness, secrecy, bad reputations . . .
I was going to write about the ever-present sexual talk and innuendos, lust and the boredom it brings, obscenities and the self-degradation it causes . . .
I was going to write about doctor worries, dirty ickiness, disease —
— walking around with these little guys growing in you —
I was going to write about the psychological and emotional cost of breaking the Sixth Commandment. The financial loss . . .
But I was reading this book . . . about taking a wonderful ride through our country — slowly!
That’s a picture I took of the inside cover of the book Oregon Trail. a man, about my age, came across a historical marker pointing out that he was at a point along the original Oregon Trail; and he got the idea that he would like to build a covered wagon and just follow the Oregon Trail as they did in the 1800s.
Now, I see these markers when I drive across the country, too, and I’ve driven through beautiful scenery like this:
I love the scenery, and I love my little blue car and it loves to drive! I’ve never had an urge to go slowly, but I’m glad this man did. Every detail of the planning, the learning, the route, and the things he saw along the way is very entertaining and highly informative!
But today I came across a chapter in his book which reminded me of the sadness of a culture without the Sixth Commandment.
He wrote of the wonderful friendliness and hospitality of the people in Kansas, along the old Oregon trail route. They are ranchers, now, farmers, and some live in small towns. The author noticed that there were lots of little children curious about his wagon and his mules and there were lots of old people, friendly and helpful. Grandparents of the little kids.
But there was no one around who would be the age of the children’s parents, or of the grandparents’ children. Eventually he asked some of the older people. “Where are all the parents?” In town after town no parents. Just grandchildren and grandparents.
The answer: “They’re gone.” Meth. Broken marriages. Moved on with other partners. Out of money . . . . Broken-up families. A whole generation gone; gone with the old story: Drugs, Sex, and Rock n Roll.
They had absorbed no instructions about becoming an adult and making a family. No road map —
No Sixth Commandment in these parents’ world. I cant imagine their unsettledness now, their unhappiness and regrets in the future. I guess we make sad songs and difficult movies about this generation.
The horror for our country is that the young grandchildren will not be taught chastity, purity, modesty, respecting their physical bodies, keeping themselves for their future spouses. Being honest and upright before God, so they can be good and free and healthy.
Imagine a world without . . . the Sixth Commandment. Imagine having no “Morals Manual” from the One who made us. Imagine having to just live with un-repairable harm and damage.
Oh — here’s the book. But . . .
. . . will edit this to un-recommend the book. Too much foul language. Such a coarse tone diminishes the quality of our society. As we’ve heard many times, “words matter.” But the author had a good idea. . . .