We tend to think of the “tough” in tough love as the applicable adjective describing the effect on the receiver of the love. I would like to focus on “tough” as it relates to the effect on the giver. I wrote the following on my FB wall this week, just after it popped into my head:
Most every modern horror is a direct result of a generation of parents who broke their covenant with truth to be their child’s (schooled by Cultural Marxists) best friend.
I remember my father’s classic line, delivered just prior to the corporal (shoe or belt) punishment I no doubt had coming to me; “This is going to hurt me more than it will hurt you.” As much as the line gave me a chuckle, who could know whether or not he meant it? But it had to be tougher on our parents than their modern-day counterparts who mete out a dose of “quiet time” as a mindless sliver of their multi-tasking day for the same crime. I wonder if Lincoln realized when he wrote, At what point shall we expect the approach of danger? By what means shall we fortify against it?– Shall we expect some transatlantic military giant, to step the Ocean, and crush us at a blow? Never!–All the armies of Europe, Asia and Africa combined, with all the treasure of the earth (our own excepted) in their military chest; with a Buonaparte for a commander, could not by force, take a drink from the Ohio, or make a track on the Blue Ridge, in a trial of a thousand years. At what point then is the approach of danger to be expected? I answer, if it ever reach us, it must spring up amongst us. It cannot come from abroad. If destruction be our lot, we must ourselves be its author and finisher. As a nation of freemen, we must live through all time, or die by suicide., that our “destruction” would begin in the very nucleus of American greatness…the family? But there it is. From tough to quiet to the avoidance of discomfort or offending to best friend…at all cost. In just 181 years, one week from today.
I found myself this week, recoiling from the truth I had spoken in conversation with a close friend. I realized afterwards how thoroughly we are all conditioned to avoid truth in areas that may be perceived as political in nature. It may have been the same day, or just before, I had the opportunity to watch The Gospel According to Matthew on Netflix. I encourage you to watch it if you haven’t pulled the plug on Netflix yet…a moral dilemma I am currently struggling with. The reference to Jesus as the lamb of God had nothing to do with meekness, and everything to do with sacrifice. Who took on the political system of His day more directly and courageously than our Lord? There was no recoil in our Lord…no soft, no quiet, no meek when it came to dealing with the enemies of truth…aka, the “Left”. Why do we?
A wise man’s heart inclines him toward the right, but a fool’s heart toward the left. ~ Ecclesiastes 10:2
The “Greatest Generation” were the recipients of tough love through tough times. They were taught respect, love of God and Country, and right from wrong. The “Millennials” were coddled through the days of milk and honey. They were told what to think. They mastered entitlement, learned they were gods living in an evil land set up and run by evil white men, and that the ends always justify the means. Remember “spare the rod and spoil the child”? Well, if only it were that. Boot Camp can cure spoiled. We’ve created worse than monsters I’m afraid. We have fulfilled Lincoln’s Lyceum prophecy by our own neglect as a nation. A neglect that we have carried forward to this day. The longer an error drifts uncorrected, the greater the effort required in restoring the object to its true path.
In other words, my friends, the time has long passed where we could repair the damage done to riggings, hull, and canvas and be back on our course after a sleepless night or two. No, the evil we face is greater and more powerful than any of us imagined. It is responsible for turning our southern border into the most lucrative business in the world for the Global Elites sex-trafficking children into sex-slaves, and drug-trafficking our children into zombies. It is responsible for your kid piercing and tattooing themselves beyond recognition, tuning out the real world, and tuning into soul-sucking garbage that drives them deeper into different versions of the same la-la-land. It’s mailing address is New York City, Washington D.C., Hollywood, London, Brussels, Geneva, and Rome. There is the world we see and the one we don’t. It lives in the latter.
How many of us, myself included, pray for God to do? I said to my good friend, “What if He is saying the same prayer for us?”
Greater love has no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends. ~ John 15:13