‘Mother, what was it like before the fog,’ said the boy?
‘Well, sometimes the days were bright with sunshine and warm breezes,’ said mother.
‘What was snow like, mother,’ asked the boy?
‘Snow was a, brilliant, white…and it was cold to touch…and we made snowmen out of it, and had snow ball fights,’ said mother.
‘There were, actually, four seasons in our year, and each was unique and enjoyable…for different reasons,’ mother went on to say.
‘Mother, dad once told me that, occasionally, it rained so hard that the yards and streets flooded,’ said the boy.
‘Yes, the rains came heavily during the last year of America…before the great war and the bombs,’ mother noted…with her eyes full of tears!
We were all searching for our own facts and for the truth that was accepted by the people that we valued.
We sought a strongman and a leader and someone who would tell us what to do…and who would do the hard thinking for us!
We christians compromised our, ancient beliefs of God raising up a righteous leader…and believed that he had given us a rough hewn man with a dull ax…to do the destructive work that needed to be accomplished,’ mother said, slowly.
‘But, mother, what of the old documents such as the constitution and the Declaration of Independence…and the Bible,’ asked the boy?
‘Insidiously and gradually…we laid the human rights that the Constitution guaranteed us…aside…for the, temporary, feeling of safety.
We, first believed that the Bible was revealing the justness of our cause, to us, and then we were convinced that God was really…only…interested in a small group of chosen people…and that the rest were, but, kindling for the fire of his judgment!
That is when the re-education camps began…and so many were gathered and placed in them…for the purpose of re-orienting them into what we were, convinced, was God’s will.
‘But mother…they took dad away and placed him in one of the camps…and we never saw him again, cried the boy!
‘Your dad…was what we used to call a liberal,’ mother responded.
‘It seemed that we got mixed up and we could no longer see the difference between political parties and christianity!
What began as a, seemingly, reasonable exercise in christian people running for political office…for the purpose of having some, limited, influence in our government…or the government that we had…became synonymous with various segments of the christian faith!
When a person proclaimed that they were a fundamentalist christian…they were announcing, as if a klaxon horn was blaring, that they were a republican!
Others who were liberal in their theology and identified with the democrats…often had a, faux, intellectual arrogance and perceived themselves to be enlightened followers of Christ!
All the while…the earth burned…and the glaciers melted…and the oceans rose and covered the land.
As times, progressively, worsened…we humans determined that, obviously, the others…were at fault…and the solution was to eliminate them, mother said as the tears streaked down her face!
‘When did the fog come,’ asked the boy?
‘It seemed to me…that it began…when we stopped standing up for people that were suffering…or who looked different than us…or who had a different way that they worshipped God,’ said mother.’
‘The fog settled in…when the golden rule did not mean anything anymore…and we looked to a flesh and blood leader…to be our god,’ mother whispered.
‘We decided that who a person loves…is the governments business.’
‘We decided that certain races were superior and other were inferior.’
‘We decided that God was only interested in a hand full of his creation…and that he hated the same people that we hated!’
‘We extolled our abhorrence of other religions law and rules…and created our own religious laws…that were most grievous and heinous… mother intoned…over long periods of silence.
‘What can we do…mother…to return to how things used to be, asked the boy?
Mother went to a dusty book hutch, and pulled the Holy Bible off of the, overburdened shelves. She began to read…
‘But I say unto you which hear, Love your enemies, do good to them which hate you, Bless them that curse you, and pray for them which despitefully use you. And unto him that smites thee on the one cheek, offer also the other; and him that taketh away they cloak forbid not to take thy coat also. Give to every man that asketh of thee; and of him that taketh away thy goods ask them not again.’ Luke 6:27-30 KJV
‘But love your enemies, and do good, and lend hoping for nothing again; and your reward shall be great, and ye shall be the children of the Highest: for he is kind unto the unthankful and to the evil. Be ye therefore merciful, as your Father also in merciful. Luke 6: 35-36 KJV