Untotaled: Stepping 50 (August 19th, 1969) Moon Rock… January 17, 2015

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Twenty-six days.

Yes, in the progression of twenty-six days–less than a month–a man landed on the moon and five hundred thousand gathered in a cow field in New York to celebrate music, freedom, excess and rebellion.

Arguably, it may be two of the most significant events of that generation. I certainly wouldn’t want to bump out the deaths of the Kennedy brothers or Martin Luther King, Jr., but if you’re focusing on things that have a positive possibility, the Apollo mission and Woodstock certainly would be near the top of the list.

I didn’t care. I was an absolute dork.

Living in a small town, I found myself somewhat at the mercy of grumpy adult opinions, which I didn’t completely agree with but had no backbone to dispel.

So I took on the attitudes of those older and darker individuals.

• My mother said the moon landing was probably staged in Hollywood and that “those damn hippies were going to ruin our country.”
• My preacher said that man was not meant to travel in outer space and that we should be careful, and that “those atheistic hippies were going to ruin our country.”
• The mayor of the town said the money for the moon landing should have been used to fix the roads up in Center Village and that “those damn hippies were going to ruin our country.”

You can see that they felt the moon landing was loony and were basically prepared to damn all hippies.

On top of my fear of all adults and their inherent prejudices, I also had discovered my own hormones. Having met “Bikini Girl,” I was beginning to consider what romantic adventures I desired to pursue with the next date, which would get me a little further down the road to experience without placing me in trouble with peering eyes of critical townsfolk.

So they landed on the moon and I yawned. They met together at Woodstock to rock and roll, and I slept through it.

It was the curse of the times. There were a few people looking ahead, and the rest of us were looking down.

I still remember it well.

And I still use it as a cautionary tale … for my present looking.

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G-Poppers… January 16, 2015

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Grandson had tears in his eyes.

G-Pop asked him what was wrong.

“I was just thinking about all those people who got killed in France. Why do people kill each other?” he inquired breathlessly.

G-Pop was taken aback. He hadn’t expected such a deep question from the youngster. Yet the boy needed an answer.

So G-Pop replied, “Sometimes we forget. We think that God can be separated from people. We contend we can worship God and hurt others. Some folks think God hates people so much that He wants us to destroy the ones we assume He has cast out. Here’s the truth: people are God so God is people. How you treat people is how you treat God. And what you believe about God is what you truly believe about His children. If God decides not to judge the human race, then who are we to think it is in our power? If God doesn’t kill them, we can’t either. We need to remember–God doesn’t need our help to be God. God needs us to be human and unashamed, and give other folks the right to be the same. What is human? Just enough God in us to love each other and just enough animal to keep ourselves on a tight leash. The murderers in Paris forgot that they were human, and in that moment of insanity, thought they were gods. Remember, my little one–God gives grace, not bullets.” 

 

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