Have you ever found yourself longing for the good-old-days? A time when everything seemed simpler and less complicated? I wonder if the good-old days were really all that good. Do we really want to go back to a time when some people had to sit at the back of the bus? My boys did not have to suffer through the mumps or the chicken pox. I like my GPS; going places without having to stop and ask for directions is a good thing, even a little empowering.
I cannot help but wonder if simple and less complicated are code words for racist and judgmental. In a sense, things are simpler if we can exclude people who are different. It is less complicated if those who are deemed different are granted no access to privilege or power.
Rather than looking at the past as an ideal to get back to, it might be better to view the past in the same way the Apostle Paul did, “When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child; when I became an adult, I put an end to childish ways. For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then we will see face to face. Now I know only in part; then I will know fully, even as I have been fully known.”
Could it be that we long for the past because we like the immaturity and the not knowing that comes with being a child? Growing up means dealing with reality - reality can be complicated.
I like living in a world where reality has been and is being confronted. It is not always easy and simple solutions are rare, but it is honest.
Honest sounds better than simple and less complicated.