As we wind down the old year and prepare for the new one, we reach a time of introspection and examination. At least if we are post-middle aged, anyway. Young people don't feel the need to do this so much, they just look ahead to the promise of a brighter future. And there is nothing wrong with that, they have youth on their side that gives them license.
For some, the sky is the limit; their dreams and ambition have equal measures of hugeness. Then there are others that tend to set the bar low, making goals easily attainable to reduce disappointment and failure. I think these folks have already failed, because the human spirit demands more than a coast-through life.
And, there are those whose only goal is to survive, and we should thank God if we are not one of these.
I heard on the radio today that 11,420 children have been killed in the Syrian civil war since it started up a little over two years ago. There are also two million refugees displaced from that war, over half of which are children. Having lived our lives in the richest country on the globe, we cannot fathom these kinds of statistics. These horrify us and seem likely improbable if not impossible numbers.
There are over one million abortions performed in the U.S. each year. But those numbers don't seem to bother us very much at all.
Why not? Well, for one, it's a woman's choice. Do the babies get a vote in it?
Have you seen one of these new 3-D ultrasound images they have now? Remarkable in their clarity and detail, take a look at some of the images of fetuses that are still legal to abort, and I defy you to tell me those are not human beings.
Now one might say, hey, it's legal. OK, bad laws made by fallible men say it's OK. If that helps you get to sleep at night, I suppose that works. Or does it?
But let me not end this letter on a downer. Congress passed a budget at long last, woo-hoo! Now the government can stay open to argue about the debt ceiling and how we're going to offer amnesty to illegal aliens.
I guess you can tell I'm not a fan of the current federal government. I'm not sending Christmas cards to the state government, either.
But God has been faithful, and His mercies abound. We have had some outstanding sunrises lately. I have my health. I have a roof over my noggin and friends and family that love me. I have a good job that pays me well. And I have a Savior that loves me enough to leave Home, walk among us, suffer an undeserved and horrific death, and rise again, all so I could be a child of God.
Happy birthday Jesus! Wise men still adore Him.
CHRIS HAIGHT lives in Tehachapi.