From my friend Hard Scrabble Farmer:
“. . .There is a constant ebb and flow, a cyclic movement from one thing to another in the world in which we all live. Sometimes the pendulum seems to stick at it’s apogee, the cold never seems to abate, the rain will never fall, the world cannot possibly become less hospitable more dangerous or factious. Schisms become movements, weather becomes climate, all things small become large and then fade once again back into obscurity. It’s hard not to grow angry at the things we cannot change, but it equally pointless. Our livelihood is dependent upon the weather, our success tied to it’s regularity and seasons.
It can be hard to face a drought when all you need is water, but even harder still to face disillusion when the most important thing you have is faith and so little is in evidence. The thistle is a problem, but if we keep at it, one plant at a time, the right way, it won’t matter . . . because the soils will be better than they were and inhospitable to the invasion. Our cattle can graze across green pastures as they have for tens of thousands of years, helping us build the soils on which they depend while we see to their safety and protect them from harm.
The young men who spent their Summers on our farm doing the mindless chores that annoy them today will one day integrate those lessons into their own lives and make the world better in their own way even as my friends and I pass on like every generation before us. . .”
Life is like that, and a rose wouldn’t be a rose without any thorns. The times we live in are thorny indeed, but the beauty of it, and the fragrance of its memories need not depart.
We face two noxious choices for national leadership. But that needn’t sway us from the love and dedication to our Republic, our freedom, and our own commitment to self responsibility. We must all do our part, and, with God’s help, we will prevail in His due time!