I recently purchased The Early Life and Public Career of James A. Garfield from a used bookstore in Grand Rapids. Flipping through it, I found
How does one cope with the haunting truth of “We Don’t Know”? In the song, hope provides the antidote. This point is reinforced in the music video when the protagonist “Hope” defeats “Lord Doom.”
But, hope in itself is vacuous. Is it just a cheerful emotion? No, it must be connected to some objective reality or being. In what do we hope?
I’m not tempted to jettison my faith and replace it with the latest flavor of the month or total despair. That’s simply not an option. What tempts me, and I suspect you as well, is a nagging and persistent desire to hedge my bets.
Helicopter parenting has landed on campus, and the result is that little Bobby can’t major in history. God help Bobby and the rest of us.
I love the idea of preserving our natural and historical treasures for public benefit. Our national parks instill pride and foster community. I’m glad that we have the parks, and I would support even more funding to expand the museums, displays, and preservation efforts of our National Park Service. The federal government does all sorts of silly and harmful things, but spend money on national parks is not one them.
The simple truth is that we could never afford to replicate this house. We benefit greatly from the investments made by previous owners. We have inherited their blood, sweat, and tears. Eventually, new owners will inherit all of that plus our small contribution. Through good stewardship and creative vision, we will pass on a better house than the one we purchased. This is the beauty and allure of an old house.