I just don’t have the heart
At one time or another, everything sucks. Nothing goes right 100 percent of the time, even for Jesus Christ. His dad put a smile on his face when he told him that he was going to be the savior of the Earth.
“You will be the son of God!” he was told.
Jesus probably thought, “Son of God huh?” Then he thought, “What could possibly go wrong with that?”
“Hell, I will be a God!” he said out loud.
Even a guy like me would love a deal like that. No one can hurt a God! Anyway, if I was going to be the new son of God I would do things exactly like Jesus did except for the beating and crucifying part. It doesn’t really make sense to beat and crucify a good guy. That sort of treatment should be reserved for the bad guys. You would think the son of God could invent a bad guy, sort of like a Devil, to get all that bad treatment. Hell yes!
Now that I think about it Jesus and his Dad did exactly that! They invented a bad guy, named him the Devil, and maybe they planned to send him to the Romans, but he slyly skipped out of town, so the Romans took Jesus instead. Maybe when they were whipping him, Jesus would say, “Jesus Christ man, what the hell are you doing, I’m the son of God!” “You” (whack) “got” (whack) “the” (whack) “wrong” (whack) “guy!” (whack). “Just ask my friends!” he probably said. (Whack), (Whack), (Whack!)
Noah was another guy that lived about that same time who didn’t think ahead. God told him to build a huge boat, right? Then God probably told him that he was going to have to load the boat with all of the animals of the world, but I don’t think Noah heard that part. Noah was busy thinking, “Alright! A huge new boat.” Noah was thinking how cool it would be to be the only guy with a big boat in the middle of the desert! He didn’t hear the part about the animals until his wife told him much, much later, when it was too late to get out of it and sneak into the stump forest to hide.
Noah never thought about what it would be like to tell his longtime neighbor that he could not get on the boat to save his family but “I can take your pigs and a couple of them goats!” Yep, this is just another example of “Everything sucks at one time or another!” As a matter of fact, it’s happening to you (the reader) right now, isn’t it? When you started reading this column. you probably thought it was going to have some philosophical meaning or, at the very least, it would be good, down to Earth, reading entertainment.
Sorry about that.
All I can tell you is that happiness is something that you have until things start sucking. Like being a soldier within the mighty American war machine is really cool until everybody around you starts getting killed in a manner that freaks you out for the remainder of your days. The thing about that is you have to take the bad with the good. You can’t have one or the other — you have to take both. That’s the way things work. It’s an impossibility to know good if you don’t know bad. One without the other causes confusion in that you can’t know if something is good if you haven’t experienced bad, and vice versa.
So what we end up with is half of the time we’re happy and half of the time we’re unhappy. Things are not always going to go our way. All you can do is be happy when things go our way and not so happy when they don’t. BUT: there are things you can do to keep happiness alive when things go bad. All we have to do is examine what other people do when things go bad for them. I mentioned Jesus Christ so let’s look at what he did. Here he is, all beat up and hanging on a cross made of timber, right? What was he thinking about? “DO SOMETHING FOR SOMEONE ELSE!”
This is an idea that I know something about, and I can tell you that it works! Try it. If you want to get happy, pick someone out — anyone — and do the work that no one else wants to do to help them out. Everyone needs help sometimes, and they may think you’re a little crazy at first, so you have to be serious about it. If you’re half-assed about it, the results will be half-assed.
If done right, the results can be electrifying. Sure, if you help someone out, it’s going to make them feel good but that’s not what I’m talking about. The act of helping someone else is for you — the harder you work at it the greater your rewards will be. I don’t quite know how to explain it, but sometimes when I do things for others, I find myself on the verge of tears, for the experience is wonderful like nothing I’ve ever known. At the same time, the experience saddens me because on a grander scale, with one nation helping another, it could result in mass euphoria.
Help given on such a grand scale seems to be restricted to catastrophic events. We seem to shine the most when we go to the aid of the downtrodden, the weak, and the hungry at the worst of times. Giving financial aid to the poor is a good thing, but it can be much, much more. If you want to help others it cannot coincide with bombing and killing. The road to real peace, in the world we live in, requires us to “Love our Enemies” by helping them instead of killing them. The billions of billions of dollars we spend on war machines could help a lot of people… so many people.
If I could, I would change a lot of things. As it is, I can only do what I can do, and it’s breaking my heart, in the worst way that I am unable to do more. At times, my eyes see nothing but sadness, everywhere I look… nothing but sadness. To make matters worse, I know what to do and how to do it, but I just can’t get it done. I just don’t have the heart.