The good old days
To the Editor,
A few years ago at a public meeting a former city official said, one thing I have learned over my career is nothing stays the same, change is always going to happen. And of course that is true. But my thought was — how much of that change is for the good? How much change over the years has taken us incrementally down the wrong path and led us further away from our understanding of our true reason for being?
The Holiest day of the year for Christians is Easter – the celebration of Jesus raising from the dead after His Good Friday execution so that we can be redeemed, i.e. raised from our fallen nature to become authentic children of God. But to be saved from that fallen nature, we have to sincerely strive to follow God’s Law — The Ten Commandments.
The Third Commandment is — keep Holy the Sabbath. The text given to Moses was, “Remember to keep holy the Sabbath day. Six days you may labor and do all your work, but the seventh day is the Sabbath of the Lord, your God. No work may be done then either by you, or your son or daughter, or your male or female slave or your beast, or by the alien who lives with you. In six days the Lord made the heavens and the earth, the sea and all that is in them. That is why the Lord has blessed the Sabbath day and made it holy.”
In my lifetime we have gone from blue laws that kept every store closed on Sundays (except for one drug store) to today where one would not know it was the Sabbath except for the vehicles parked in church lots in the morning. Other than that, it is business as usual. Sunday is not a special day for most people anymore. It is not a day of rest; a day carved out to commune with God our Father and Creator; a day to seek a deeper relationship through knowledge of Him, His love, and His Mercy; a day set aside to be grateful for the life we have been given and the daily blessings we receive.
Many folks around my age look nostalgically back at the 50’s decade of the last century. Most people then had much less materially, far fewer conveniences and experienced many more physical hardships than we do today. But what they did have were cultural relationships that were meaningful and sustaining. Since then we have had one cultural revolution after another until present day where our ethics, morality, and manners would be unrecognizable to the average grandparent of the 50’s. Maybe that is why that era is fondly remembered by those of us who grew up in it. We remember the general wholesomeness woven through the cultural fabric of that society.
So much has changed in my lifetime. And yet I would trade it all to live in a society that had character like Harry Truman, goodness like my grandparents, where stores were closed on Sundays, and the minority who didn’t attend church services were respectful of both the day and those who did.