Walking to school, uphill both ways.
I remember Wednesdays on the farm. It was
washing day and by night my mom’s hands were raw, red, and bleeding. She used
an iron tub and a washing board. It had “ribs” on it and she would rub the
heavy cottons up and down, dipping them again and again. After rinsing, she
would take it outside to hang on the clothesline to dry in the wind and sun.
The cloth was stiff but smelled heavenly. Chicken for supper meant catching the
screaming chicken, cleaning and feathering it, cutting and roasting, or
cooking. We lived in a tropical climate, so we didn’t have an oven.
The vegetables came from the garden, (where
else?) and fruits from the trees, while berries grew on bushes. Most people
grew potatoes, onions, and most importantly, nature’s antibiotic, garlic. There
was no room in the pantry for pet food, but we had no pantry. No refrigerator
either.
Although women’s work was strenuous by
today’s standards, men’s work was much harder. Backbreaking is an appropriate
description of it. Men didn’t complain and always faced the reality that they
may have to stop and take arms to defend their way of life. I didn’t know any
men who didn’t have a second job in the army.
Now, most of what we called women’s work and
much of the back-breaking work is done by machines powered by electricity and
fuels. Work is something we do in an air-conditioned office using a computer
mouse. Even “blue collar” jobs are a fraction of what they used to be in terms
of physical contribution. People are no longer imagining a life that is less
back-breaking, but a cruise or resort vacation every few months.
I was attempting to tell my children what we
used to do and my child said. Yes, dad, you used to walk to school for a mile
carrying 30 lbs of books going uphill both ways, and they laughed. The sacrifice
that their elders made is not registering in their spoiled young brains. They
think we are kidding.
Surprisingly, they can and do go on one of
their holidays and see people living in the same conditions that we used to
live in. Half, if not more, of the world’s population, still live in poverty
and face food insecurity. We talk about advancing them to our level but can’t
do it. If we did, the pollution we would create would kill all living things on
earth.
Strangely, the Heaven that most of us strive
to get to is not available doesn’t matter what we do. I learned that in Heaven,
all things are good. God, the creator of the universe, will handle all the
problems. Mom will not have red bleeding hands, and dad will not hammer red hot
iron sprinkling a shower of sparks on himself. There will be no cancer or other
diseases and no annoying lineups for passports, or a shortage of houses for
hard-working people. Hunger and thirst will not exist, nor will hard work make
existence hard or impossible. All we have to do to get there is live life
without sin and eternal bliss will follow.
Now I am old in human terms and my brain or
mind is full of life’s experiences. I still believe in Heaven and have seen
people experiencing what we can only describe as Hell. It is physical, but the
worst of it is not material. There is pain that hurts worse than anything
physical and it doesn’t get better. The pain of guilt. The only cure for it is
forgiveness, but it’s nearly impossible to truly forgive, not just say we do.
The universe is charged with something. Here
we call it electricity. It must have negative and positive and all its benefits
are in between the two. We have captured it, direct it and use it, but it’s
always there. We can’t see it, hear or feel it without help. There is no reason
to think that it’s not so in heaven.
The old ones who wrote the Bible described it
as light and dark, order and disorder. They didn’t use computers, but they
easily could have been wiser than us. They described a garden of Eden but
humans were not happy enough with it and got themselves kicked out to where
there is hard work and great pain. From that point, life was and is challenging
and risky.
Those who pay attention know that God, the
supreme universal intelligence, or whatever we choose to call him, is willing
to grant us what we want or pray for. He knows our hearts. We are sending Him a
message that we wouldn’t admit to ourselves. We want the Heaven described in
the literature but only for ourselves.
Now we are arriving at an age of artificial
intelligence, robots, nanomedicine, and much more than we could imagine even a
little time ago. If we don’t destroy the atmosphere that sustains us on Earth,
much of Heaven will be possible soon. What we create will give us most of what
we always wished for, but the others who are not as privileged will block us. We
only move forward if we move together. We must only take what we need and leave
the rest. We have to control those who eat it all.
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