The obligations of a citizen in a civil society. What we owe each other. What our part to play is for the good of the society. Who is our neighbor? Why do they matter? We feel like an island…but are we?
Traditions that seemed to cut into our Theatre Baseball Bowling and Back Yard Barbecue hours were essential to the peace of home and our sense of it. Along the way, we decided we had no time for church. A bit old-fashioned dated and stale. The message in the Christian Churches was somewhat similar. Jesus loved the little children all the little children of the world. Christ cares for the poor marginalized for those who have no voice. Live his message and you will have a better life more satisfying and purposeful. No bells whistles extra money in your pocket…just a quiet assurance that in others you see the Master…

We said ‘you are welcome’ when someone thanked us. We did not say curse words in public nor take the name of the Lord in vain. Businesses closed on Sunday and those staying open did not sell liquor. Many counties were Dry Counties.
Do not brag, boast, or highlight accomplishments. When another had a challenge physically or mentally, we did not point or stare; we did not relish differences to gain an advantage. Humility was a sought-after treasure.

We are lost. We did not know when it happened. We grew up around people who were consistent with our financial resources. If our neighbors were hungry, we fed them. If they needed clothes, we clothed them. When they were sick, we visited them. Each Sunday and often at mid-week service as well, the preacher told us of the love of Jesus. He loved us all, so they sent him to the Cross.

Give us Barabas…the Jewish throng cried as Jesus was led to the Cross…
‘Welcome to New Church,’ said Elder to the new parishioner. ‘We want to see your financial statement and expect you to give more than 10% to be a member in good standing,’ Elder continued. ‘Never fear you will soon be rich we leaders and God loves a cheerful giver,’ Elder smiled in front of his Mercedes Benz…
