My wife made the mistake of trying to pass a pickup truck on the way home from church on a slow country road. She was met with lane blocking, crazy looks, and a middle finger. All for a van full of kids to witness. Later that night as we discussed her day, it brought up a lot of questions:
How thin is the line between civilization and anarchy? What historically has kept us “civilized” and what is happening to those barriers today? Family, Faith, and Community have been our historical strength and our historical barricade to chaos. What now?
In a world where meaning is found in labels and on bright screens, what happens when people don’t gain meaning from relationships with other people?
When you are walking on thin ice, how do you find solid ground?