Maybe?
A short time ago, I confessed that,
perhaps, little boys never grow up; we just age older, still four-year-old
children in bigger containers, usually not quite so cute as once we might have
claimed. There exists no transgression in such condition; certainly, the
alternative seems lacking; save: Faith! A movie prompted this examination of
self; might just be there, under the surface, awaiting a purposeful excuse to
explore the ramifications. Ah! Little boys. And, delicate girls.
In the fictional movie, Red Dawn, our beloved country is invaded
by foreign troops coming through the southern border reaching Cheyenne,
Wyoming, virtually, and, in reality, cutting the U. S. in half. A rag-tag band
of teens fight the enemy as best they can; quite successfully.
Suffering casualties, at a burial ceremony,
one patriot proclaims in final prayer his hope that the Deity make the dead
“Little again so that they might feel safe”. Pretty profound anointing!
As a child, I lived like a child;
innocent of the serious side of life, immune to evil within any conscious
meaning; all is well; and, so it was. Thanks! Mom and Dad, grandparents,
relatives, siblings, friends and neighbors, community and country. All aided
with Love! Kind! Generous!
My myriad vagaries required great
understanding; even, greater patience. That is not a halo; maybe, horns! To my knowledge, there exists no St. Carl; I won’t be the first, either.
No chance!
Somewhere around mid-thirties, by the
chronological timepiece, I dared think myself: A man!
Responsibility, like a wife, children,
mortgage, job, these things tend to develop maturity. Even, in the case of: Me!
Well, at least, somewhat. There still
are those who might rightly disagree with such assessment. I did little to
endear myself to the “royal-elites”; never saw any advantage in such idle
endeavor. I can be polite, even, on occasion, civil, but, never pandering.
A rebel, rascal, rogue! First, last,
always. With purposeful intent. Pardon my irreverence.
Yet, the prayer in that fiction presentation
caused pause to reflect on “Little boys”.
Maybe? I am still that four-year-old
living true to: Faith! Family! Freedom! I hope so!
Amen! So be it! So it
is! Amen!
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