Friday, March 30, 2018

THE PAIN OF THE HUMAN (Young Adult) CONDITION


In recent months I have directed much of my reading to going back over what I have read previously by the Pulitzer and Nobel prize-winning author John Steinbeck (1902-1968).

I am not a fan of Steinbeck’s politics, personal life or morality, but he was a fine novelist (as many writers of great literature really are) and showed great insight as he looked at the pain of the human condition.  Here are some things from one of his writings he said that I, too, think a lot about and wonder how true, in 2018, they might still be:

“During the years 1930 to 1940, the nation was preoccupied with . . . difficulties [of the Great Depression and impending war between other nations], not impossible of solution, but requiring thought and trial and error and some conflict. It is not possible to know whether a solution could have been reached. But during that period when a direction had not been set, nor an end established, a generation of young men and young women were kept marking time, not knowing where they were going; in fact, concerned only with keeping alive until some direction was established toward which they could go. Young men coming out of the schools, finding no jobs, having no goals, became first despondent and then cynical . . . the product of mental and physical idleness, [which] descended upon the youth of the country. An anarchy of thought and action had in fact settled over the young people of the country.
An antidote for the poisons of this idleness and indirection might eventually have been found . . . some economic direction or trend to tear away the lethargy. But meanwhile, with one set of certainties gone and no new set established, the country floundered about--floundered about in fact so convincingly that our enemies considered us to be in a dying condition [and vulnerable]. Some of our leaders wished to cut the world in half—to defend this hemisphere against the other [nations, economically and culturally by a policy of isolation ]. . . .
Our arguments and disunity might have kept us ineffective or only partly effective until it was too late. But Germany and Japan were bound to blunder sooner or later, and blunder they did. In attacking us they destroyed their greatest ally, our sluggishness, our selfishness, and our disunity.” John Steinbeck, Bombs Away: The Story of a Bomber Team (1942).

What is now, 2018, causing the angst that I so often sense among many young men of our generation?  Is it money problems or economic insecurity? A lack of marriage prospects or of rewarding relationships? Dissatisfaction with work? Problems at home? Fear of the future? Lack of a strong religious faith? Disillusionment with government? What is it, or is everything just great?  I think it is not. Social statistics show that it is not.

Arguably, there are some things most of us individually cannot do much to control: political or foreign policy issues, climate change, world health concerns, financial market volatility, organized crime, etc. But there are things we can do about most of our personal issues and anxieties. They can be managed much better if we would just maintain a balance between our 4,5, or 6 critical dimensions (it depends on who you listen to—I believe there are least 6 elements).  These dimensions of happiness and wellness: our physical (nutrition, exercise, sleep habits), emotional, spiritual, social, intellectual, and occupational/financial prospects.
 
If you are not happy or well chances are great that at least one dimension is out-of-balance or completely lacking. These things can be handled. Talk to someone who knows about the dimensions of a balanced life—and then make the changes!

I hope it is not another war that causes us to rally and break our current cycle of discontent. We can and must be proactive!

MY SADDEST DAY

This is a religious essay because my thoughts for days have been riveted on this most religiously centered week of the year for the Christian world.  And it comes to a point this day.  It is tendered to bring some understanding to my friends who are not Christians or those who are but whose faith has grown dim.  I do this also in memoria and in gratitude for the man Jesus, who I consider to be the Redeemer and Savior of this world.

It starts with ‘when,’ and it ends with ‘why.’

Today is Friday, March 30, 2018.  It is 1:00 p.m. Tomorrow, Saturday, for us, will begin at 12:00:00 midnight.  For the Hebrews, it also is Friday, but their ‘tomorrow’ begins at dusk, not long after sundown today—when three ‘stars’ can become observable or, some say, the moment when a hair from the head held at arm’s length appears to change color from dark to light.

My point in bringing this up is that as a Christian the saddest day for me, as measured by Hebrew time, occurred during that 24 hour period that began not long after sunset on Thursday of this week, about 2,000 years ago, when Jesus went into the Garden of Gethsemane to consummate the essence of His mission at the base of the Mount of Olives outside Jerusalem. It ended, for Him, at about 3:00 p.m. on Friday when he died on the cross after being crucified. That entire time was a time of great suffering for Him, the most innocent man.

What happened to Him in the Garden of Gethsemane at the beginning of what we call the Atonement of Jesus Christ and at the end of this period, His death by crucifixion, was done for all of mankind as God’s great gift—what Christians call ‘grace’ for a fallen world.  It would bring immortality for all people, and an even greater ‘reward’ for those who had faith in Christ, who did their own repentance, and who would keep the commandments of God.  It paid the price required by Eternal law for the breaking of this law by all accountable persons.   It was done out of love—the sheer love of a Father and His most beloved Son for His other children (us)—not necessarily out of their love for Him.  And it was rejected, ironically, or counted but myth by most of God’s children.

It is the saddest day for me because of the physical and emotional anguish it cost Him, and because so many of the world’s population have rejected this GIFT of gifts.  It was heart-breaking for Him as well.  He wept as He came to Jerusalem for the last time as a mortal man: “O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, thou that killest the prophets and stonest them which are sent unto thee, how often would I have gathered your children together, even as a hen gathereth her chickens under her wings, and ye would not!  Behold, your house is left unto you desolate” (Matthew 23:37-38).
 
Still, He atoned for all of them.  “Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends” (John 15:13).
 
Even non-scripture writers have sensed the pathos of this: “For of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, it might have been.” (John Greenleaf Whittier)

 It breaks my heart.