It’s been about 2 years, but here I am back in the United States. Been here for about a month now, and I can see the United States has changed; the prices, the empty shelves, the culture of witchcraft with rocks and cards, a help wanted sign on just about every window, and schools developing programs for changing gender and sexual orientation. (Years back I predicted that there would be state initiatives that allowed people to marry animals. Never would have predicted that people would have the opportunity to classify themselves as an animal. But I know the world will be the world.)
I know our moms and dads were primarily in the wrong to send us to public institutions for 8 hours a day. Coming back to the house unconcerned about the duty of raising godly offspring. Our modern day culture is the side effects. As I remember correctly within my own experience at Earlville High School, there was a class teaching us how to clean needles in case we decided to do drugs. “Yes, boys and girls, make sure if you share needles, you thoroughly clean with bleach.” (I believe that was in 5th grade.) We were taught in school to succumb to the dark and depleting standards of the world with sex, self-image, virtue and value, and respect or more accurately put disrespect to our parents and the relationships around us. Although this is not God’s overall heart of a nuclear family, this is what the world gave us, and that’s what many of our parent’s co-signed to.
Enough about that. Let’s get to the point of this letter. A few
moments ago, I was met by an old friend. She was on her way out the door and
she walked up to me to say one last goodbye. She spoke about the difficulties
of not only her child living with her, but also her grandchild living with her.
She spoke in short about these hardships. Since being here in the United
States, my heart pitter pattered to this pattern in terms of our generation yet
another time, and so I said, “I am sorry. I am sorry about my generation. We are lazy, selfish,
unmotivated, and unwilling. I am sorry.”
The ultimate reasonability is on us, not our parents, not
our teachers, our friends or peers. It’s on us. We can’t blame others for our
mistakes. Even though our generation passed through these influences, it is no
excuse for where our generation is today. So that is why I have to personally
say to all of those who nursed and provided for us, “I am sorry.” Sorry for our
laziness. Sorry for our disrespect to you. Sorry for our lack of seeking your
counsel. Sorry for neglecting your blessing. Sorry for our disobedience. Sorry for
squandering your wealth. Sorry for putting
our burdens on you. Sorry for putting our kids on you. Simply sorry.
Please forgive us.
If you are in my generation, some of you may think you have
found peace in life. If whatever you have found is not Jesus Himself, I assure
you it will not be enough. You may get through life with what you have, but you
will not be able to enter eternal life apart from Jesus.
Acts 4:12
"Neither is there salvation in any other: for there is none other name (Jesus) under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved."
For those of my generation, I want to say there is hope. It’s an unwavering hope, an anchor for your soul, unparalleled to the things of this world. Ask my brother Colton. He also knows, the hope is Jesus.
To those of the older generation, please take this letter as
a pleading for forgiveness on behalf of our generation and share this letter
with others who you think would be interested.
To God our Father, teach us to love what is good and to hate
what is evil. Plead us this cause and forgive us for our disobedience and stiff-necked
choices. Give us grace to submit to You.
Simple man with an extraordinary God,
Jarid
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