Sunday, 12 April 2015
My mind wanders . . . .
One of our favourite programs to watch is Bluebloods. I wasn't sure at first that it was going to be my cup of tea . . . after all there was a New Kid on the Block in it . . . but I was pleasantly surprised and we have both been enjoying it throughout five seasons of it, although admittedly we are still watching the fifth season.
What I like about the show is that the characters are portrayed as good and decent people, with strengths and weaknesses. They don't set themselves up to be holier than thou . . . but, what I like most of all is the family values it espouses. This is a family that cares about each other through thick and through thin, they have their ins and their outs . . . but at least once a week they all meet together over the dinner table, they bow their heads together as a family . . . and they pray. They are a family with faith. It's a very rare thing to see such a thing on the television in this day and age.
In the episode (recorded) that we watched last night, a couple of young men set a homeless man sleeping on a bench in the park on fire with gasoline. He died of course. Apparently one of the pre-requisites for belonging in a gang they wanted to join was to kill a homeless person . . .
Don't say that wouldn't happen . . . because it did. A couple of autumns ago now. In a small town. In Nova Scotia. A very rural community. A small town filled with honest, decent, law abiding, had working citizens. No gangs or drug culture that I know of . . . not a lot of criminal activity or behavior to speak of.
A homeless man, with no place and no one to call his own, sleeping in a bus shelter with all that he owned on this earth, was set alight and burned to death, with gasoline as a propellant by two young men, who were later arrested and charged with murder. You can read a bit about it here. The whole thing was very shocking. It was also very sad to think about what this world has come to when things like this can and do happen.
Homelessness is not a new thing. There was a man, when I was growing up, who was well known in the Valley, by the name of Harold Clem. Back then they were called Bums, or Hobos. He seemed elderly to me, but was probably younger then than I am now. He was chubby, with a beard. He walked the roads of our community 365 days of the year. He was dirty and very unkempt, with raggedy clothes and he obviously didn't have any family about. You would see him walking the roads on a daily basis and up and down the corridors of our local shopping centre. He usually had a roll of balogne and a crust of bread under his arm for sustenance . . . he was a legend. Everyone loved him. Nobody bothered him, or made fun of him, or was cruel to him. In fact at one point, the community set him up with a small place to live. He had portraits done of him by artists and many an article written about him.
You could say we all loved Harold Clem and considered him to be an important part of our community. Harmless. Good natured. Valued.
He was not deemed as worthless.
What has happened to our values since then? As a community of humanity when did this change? When did people who seemingly have nothing . . . become nothing?
And because iniquity shall abound, the love of many shall wax cold.
The bible is talking about the latter days in this passage, and all of the inquities which shall abound during that time . . . one of which is a cold heartedness towards others.
Food for thought . . .
We had another pretty gorgeous day yesterday, although it didn't start off that way, and it was a LOT colder. I have the heat on this morning.
A thought to carry with you through today . . .
"In prayer it is better
to have a heart without words
than to have words without
Cooking in The English Kitchen today . . . Golden Syrup Dumplings with Custard.
I hope you have a lovely Sunday. Don't forget . . .
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And I do too!