Answers, Answers, Everywhere
March 29, 2015
Several years ago a life-long friend of mine found himself
in a world of hurt. He was clearly on his way out of this life when one of his
children tracked him down, nursed him back to health and got him into a place
where he could enjoy his remaining years and pay forward the blessings of this
moment. Now, in my never-to-be-humble opinion, this is the way life ought to be
handled – with tender loving care. In another instance, my brother wishing to
assist an ageing aunt, helped find her a caregiver, then proceeded to visit
regularly, take care of her physical, mental, and social needs without the
slightest interest in what he might get in return.
My much older brother Glenn has always been willing to
assist others because that is built into his DNA. He and I have hundreds of
discussions about NIMBY (not in my back
yard) and the negative impacts of this virtually universal mind set. It has
become even more painful over the years as we, as a community – as a society –
increase our numbers of mentally different, socially compromised, and legally
challenged with jail and prison time and felony backgrounds. Watch carefully as
a person of “questionable” character comes into the personal space of a group
in one of our communities. Eyebrows raise, internet access points are carefully
searched, and meta-communications trespassing signs go up like umbrellas in a
torrential rain storm.
Here is a scenario that is met thousands of times a day in
our wonderful country. A person spends
four months in a county jail. In his county you pay for the privilege of going
to jail. In addition, hospital charges from unknown incidents occurring during his trip to
the jail, he now owes the jail system thousands
for his rent during his stay. Promises
broken, no soap for a month, work for $1.65 an hour, prevention from working
and paying his child support, losing his job, paying 1950’s phone charges, and
$.95 for an envelope (stamps are contraband), he or she gets out of jail, with
no place to stay, no income, no welcoming community to assist in his movement
back to normalcy, this person is statistically guaranteed to return to the
jail/prison system over and over again.
There is no question that people have always done dumb,
illegal things. There is equally no doubt, they will continue as long as life
on this planet continues. Those are irrefutable facts. What are we to do to
bless the lives of those in our communities who are simply attempting to ensure
the safety of loved ones and balance their critical needs with the needs of
those who have betrayed the trust and laws of our society and become part of
the world of evil? There is no special place for them on some remote island, or
leper’s colony as in biblical times. There is no death sentence, or euthanasia
society can or should inflict. Remember! These people – give or take one
percent of our population at any given time – are someone’s child; someone’
father or mother. They are God’s children.
Compound our “jail” problem with hundreds of thousands of
mentally different people who do not fit the convenient norms of current
society; sprinkle in a few hundred thousand servicemen and women traumatized by
years of war-time killing, maiming, and culturally disenfranchising; and a few
million more who have been deprived of “the American dream” of a house, a car,
and the opportunity to pay for such, and the thoughts of a traditional
circumstance under which to grow and live becomes very opaque. Once again, I refer to the law of love God and
Jesus Christ have provided us. I believe our lives, our very existence, is
predicated on a promise we shared with God in the preexistence to Love God,
love our fellowmen, and love ourselves.
Thank you for the great opportunity of sharing my thoughts.
I can no longer verbalize in the ways I have enjoyed in the past, so this is a
wonderful exercise for me to see what my mind still has jammed up inside.
God bless each of us as we reach for the worthy desires of
our hearts.
Duane Jacobs, Father, husband, grandfather, brother, uncle,
cousin, and friend
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