Wishing I could go back in time

I'm having one of those weeks. Yes, you know what I mean...or maybe you don't. My head is spinning from all the changes taking place in the world around me. I heard too much, mourned too much and thought too much about the unfortunate souls that haunt the byways of the city which I've grown to hate. Yes, I know that is a strong word. Sometimes, especially when I encounter a dozen of these unfortunate souls, I just want to scream at the injustice of it all. Why I ask myself do things have to be like this? Why can't everyone have a place to live, enough food to eat and be a productive member of society? This is a hard lesson. The Lord said that we would always have the poor with us. Yet my stomach still twists when I realize that I could be in that same situation. It is my greatest fear. I have to tell myself hourly that the Lord has provided and will continue to provide.

I wish I could go back in time. Life seemed so much simpler before the turn of the twentieth century. Back then you were blissfully ignorant of world events, and you could distance yourself from them. Back then everyone worked, even children! Wrap your mind around that....now everyone seems to be out of work and scrambling to find something, myself included.

I often fantasize what it would have been like if Teddy Roosevelt never got elected President or no one thought of this Progressive movement. Would our world been different? I believe it would have. Some of the reforms pushed through Congress wouldn't have passed. Others would have been modified to reflect the more Christian morals that were emphasized back in the 1800s. Yes, I can see that. Yet I know that the Lord let us have our own way, and we've paid for it ten-fold through the past 100 years or so. There would be no healthcare "prison" and no way someone can force you to do something that goes against your moral beliefs. That's another of my fears....having no choice over my own health and well-being.