Lately, I’ve been pondering what kind of world I will be raising my daughter in and how difficult it will be to raise her right. Everywhere you turn, it seems reality is being perverted, and all that is naturally moral is being painted in the worst of lights.
With each passing day, parents are competing for their children’s attention, and it’s a losing battle. The other side is good at getting attention, keeping attention, and fabricating a narrative that suits them out of thin air. When you call them on it, when you’ve finally had enough and call attention the undeniably damaging filth they keep trying to spoon feed your children, they just shrug their shoulders, roll their eyes, and insist you’ve misunderstood, or that you’re overreacting. When that doesn’t assuage you, they brand you an intolerant, bigoted fundamentalist, and keep churning out their depravity without missing a beat.
If one were to draw conclusions regarding reality based on what they saw on television nowadays, it would likely shock them each time they encountered a Christian with a High School diploma, never mind a College one. We are painted with the broadest of brushes, and undeniably made to look like the brightest among us is still using flint stone to spark a fire in the community cave every night.
Reality has so been distorted, that those of perverted mind are always portrayed as savvy sophisticates who enjoy the finer things in life, critiquing art in their free time, while those who believe in God are knuckle dragging Neanderthals who can barely string together a coherent sentence when their life depended on it but not before.
Sin, depravity, lasciviousness, and immorality are always presented in the best possible light, smiling faces and screaming adolescents happy to be alive and free in the midst of flashing lights and alcohol induced debauchery. Rarely does anyone show the aftereffects and consequences of some of these nights, the vomiting, the passing out in an alley somewhere, the police reports, the rape kits, the aids tests, the bruises, and the emotional scars these all leave behind.
Those who choose to embrace the notion of a monogamous, loving relationship, replete with marriage, children, and an attempt at normalcy are looked upon as prudish and off kilter, stuck in the distant past of their parents and grandparents.
Something has awakened in me, and it will not return to slumber. I plan on keeping my daughter free of the influence of the world for as long as I can with the ferocity of a wounded lion. She’s not even here yet, yet for the life of me I cannot entertain the thought of allowing her to wade through the muck of this world at will because I may find myself busy with other things, or am just too tired after a day at work to try and teach her well.
As long as we allow others to establish the narrative, as long as we allow them to sow into the lives our children and teach them their version of right and wrong instead of taking the time to teach them the truth, the world’s perverted notion of reality will continue superimpose itself on their countenance, and rather than rejoice in the offspring God has given us in our olden days, we will mourn.
With love in Christ,
Michael Boldea Jr.