As the song from the Sound of Music says, “Let’s start at the very beginning, a very good place to start.” Anything learned is best learned from the beginning. And it is often best retained when the training also begins early in life.
Just like learning our ABCs, training our moral compass needs to start young. You can learn it at any point in life – but habits make it harder. So when it comes to teaching your children about modesty and decency, when do you begin? I suggest from the moment that little life enters your awareness is when you start.
When it became financially advantageous to have babies out of wedlock, the nuclear family was doomed. In the last hundred years, the American family has been attacked, debased, maligned, slandered, and vilified by every facet of society. No family is safe from the official busybodies. At issue is a rebellion against any sort of moral code.
Who Killed the American Family reveals the concerted assault on the American nuclear family by many forces – feminists, judges, lawmakers, psychologists, school districts, college professors, politicians offering incentives and seeking votes, and more – opposed to the traditional American nuclear family, each with its own raison d’etre for wanting to abolish it. The wreckage of the American family leaves us with the inability to have limited government because government steps in to perform tasks formerly done by the nuclear family.
Like most idealists who come to India for the first time, we initially expected to see a storybook land of maharajas, magic carpets, temples and mosques to inspire our imaginations. However, living here on the ground with the people is far different than just touching the tarmac, going to a posh hotel and chronicling a visit with photographs once or twice a year. There is a harsh reality of having three times the number of people the US census claims all squashed into one-third the land space. To get some idea of what it really is, multiply your family by three and then imagine two-thirds less living space! Or multiply your family by nine in the same living space. That’s mind boggling.
As I start to write my To Do List again today, I smile ruefully to myself, half expecting to do anything BUT what’s on it because of the pattern of the last forty-some odd years’ worth of To Do lists. I may be a slow learner, but there are things you begin to see when they are repeated time and time again. A To Do List is only a Hopeful List, not a list of what your day will really bring. ‘Thought provoking, isn’t it? Can we just “decide” to do anything, and then count on it? (James 4:13-15)