Published: May 28, 2009 04:32 pm      

Letter to the editor

Things certainly are not what they were

To the Editor:

Imagine the little, matronly lady walking her grandchildren along U.S. 40 in Plainfield in 1955. Dwight Eisenhower is President. Imagine she passes on to the Lord in 1958. Imagine she returns for a month now, to be with family, read papers, watch TV.

She understands she is in a different world. Homosexual marriage, abortions in the millions, a divorce rate about 50 percent. Prayer is not in schools, Christians are under attack. Americans wanting to prosecute military men and women, CIA types, for the way they handled the enemy. The military, stretched thin, is all volunteer, no politician willing to even consider a draft.

She hears of California, $42 billion in debt, with the legislature wanting to give themselves raises, with the government unions gaining the President’s help to avoid layoffs intended to save taxpayer money.

On average, government workers make 47 percent more than their civilian counterparts. Polls consistently show since 1975 Americans want more government, not less. Over 40 percent of the nation pays no federal income tax.

She sees a nation mostly overweight, two-thirds of the public school students in Indianapolis not graduating. She learns of the Internet, legalized pornography in the home. A lady at the local library, just moving here from California, refuses to reveal the ages of her children for fear of pedophiles stalking her home. “I’m not used to Indiana yet,” she says. “You take too much for granted.”

Her government is running close to a $12 trillion deficit, owning car and loan companies. There is talk globally of America on the wane. In Europe, church attendance is 4 percent, Islam the fast growing faith there.

After a month, she says her good-byes, gladly returns to her heavenly home. She knows the only way to restore the attitude she knew of this country, the spirit of sacrifice and unity, of servanthood and faith, self reliance, courage, patriotism, is to turn to Jesus Christ.

Greg Black

Plainfield