Are you ready for progress?
Ready or not, here it comes.
Big boys play
in red southern clay,
and the world changes.
A high way is coming through.
It doesn't really affect my life; I'm just a visitor, passing through.
So, why does this have such an effect on me... a stir of excitement, a pang of regret, questions:
Is this good? Is this better? Is this best?
Standing here on this bridge, hundreds of miles from home, I watch the earth being moved all around me. Times are changing for the folks who live on either side of this thoroughfare, and things will never be the same for them.
I've been reading a book written a hundred years ago about what happened in my tiny town a hundred years before that. So much has changed, and is still changing as history is being made all around me.
Maybe that is why seeing this highway being built strikes me so profoundly. -- I'm not the only one facing progress. -- We are all in this together. The human race caught between yesterday and tomorrow.
This bridge I'm standing on will take nearly 30 minutes off someone's commute. The city is growing. More jobs for more folks, a boost to their economy. Still, something inside me clings to the past, to quiet pastures and fields.
I inwardly protest technology; yet, this is the future... and so I blog rather than dip a quill and scratch on parchment. I am connected to people all around the world with every post, and we all feel this tug-of-war with progress. City dwellers, country folk, mamas, papas, we're all just people trying to keep up and yet wanting to linger with familiar and safe.
Change. How one word sums up a century. Is it good? Is it bad?
To quote my husband, "it is what it is."
Lord, what is my place in this world? How do You want me to live "today", somewhere between a Lancaster and NYC way of life. Lord, show me how to keep the good and embrace the best.
"As the present now
Will later be past...
And the first one now
Will later be last..."
- Bob Dylan
(paraphrasing Mt. 20, words of Christ)
It's not about me. I'm part of a bigger story. I want to play my part well.
Seeking eternal perspective on life and history,
me
Ready or not, here it comes.
Big boys play
in red southern clay,
and the world changes.
A high way is coming through.
It doesn't really affect my life; I'm just a visitor, passing through.
So, why does this have such an effect on me... a stir of excitement, a pang of regret, questions:
Is this good? Is this better? Is this best?
Standing here on this bridge, hundreds of miles from home, I watch the earth being moved all around me. Times are changing for the folks who live on either side of this thoroughfare, and things will never be the same for them.
I've been reading a book written a hundred years ago about what happened in my tiny town a hundred years before that. So much has changed, and is still changing as history is being made all around me.
Maybe that is why seeing this highway being built strikes me so profoundly. -- I'm not the only one facing progress. -- We are all in this together. The human race caught between yesterday and tomorrow.
This bridge I'm standing on will take nearly 30 minutes off someone's commute. The city is growing. More jobs for more folks, a boost to their economy. Still, something inside me clings to the past, to quiet pastures and fields.
I inwardly protest technology; yet, this is the future... and so I blog rather than dip a quill and scratch on parchment. I am connected to people all around the world with every post, and we all feel this tug-of-war with progress. City dwellers, country folk, mamas, papas, we're all just people trying to keep up and yet wanting to linger with familiar and safe.
Change. How one word sums up a century. Is it good? Is it bad?
To quote my husband, "it is what it is."
Lord, what is my place in this world? How do You want me to live "today", somewhere between a Lancaster and NYC way of life. Lord, show me how to keep the good and embrace the best.
"As the present now
Will later be past...
And the first one now
Will later be last..."
- Bob Dylan
(paraphrasing Mt. 20, words of Christ)
It's not about me. I'm part of a bigger story. I want to play my part well.
Seeking eternal perspective on life and history,
me
