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Sometimes I think some people in my generation were raised on the moon. They get up and talk about the United States, how in years past we had a good, decent moral country where none of the evils we see now were anywhere to be found.
While there’s no doubt our civilization isn’t what it used to be, growing up in South Florida was a lesson in just how unidyllic life in these United States could be. It was (and is) a region fully equipped with the vices of the day — including all kinds of gambling such as jai-alai, harness racing and of course the dog track. The only people who seemed to suffer for running gambling operations were the poor Cubans who tried to run a bolita operation; after spending years of jailing immigrants trying to make a living, now the state of Florida does well with its own.
Across the lake from us was the Palm Beach Kennel Club. We never went but when we watched the news every night we’d see Buck Kinnaird’s sports broadcast on Channel 5. Dog races don’t take too long, so the film clip of that night’s race went by pretty fast. (In truth, I think they always used the same film clip every night.) The track operated a steel rabbit named Rusty. When the race began Rusty was started just ahead of the dogs. The dogs would race while chasing Rusty, and it was the objective of the track to keep Rusty just ahead of the dogs. They usually succeeded in doing so; their occasional failure resulted in the inglorious end of the race.
I suppose this is fine for dog racing but unfortunately too much of life for too many of us has turned into a dog race where whomever we feel is in control of our situation is “running Rusty” in front of us. From youth onward we’re motivated — pushed and shoved in some cases — to achieve goals which we may have had nothing to do with formulating and which we really feel we neither want nor are able to accomplish. If and when we reach these goals it seems that success is more elusive than ever because the “track owner” is moving Rusty faster than we can keep up by either making new demands or enticing us with new things to go harder for. This is called “being challenged” and of course has its upside but in many cases it’s manipulation, pure and simple.
One of the promises of technology was to enable us to have more leisure time and more control over our lives. Sad to say the real result is to turn our lives in to a 24/7 “on demand” race where there’s no escape from anything. The more productive we become with our technological tools the faster “Rusty” is run and the more fatigued we get.
Fortunately the real “track owner” of this world never intended to run people in a perpetual dog race. Jesus told us “Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly-minded, and ‘you shall find rest for your souls’; For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.” (Matthew 11:29-30) His race is rather simple:
Jesus Christ sets before us a simple race to run, a clear objective and a straightforward way to get there. And that’s a lot more than people and institutions can claim these days.
All New Testament quotations taken from the Positive Infinity New Testament.