Thursday, April 9, 2015

Grow up? Thank God! No!



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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