Wow.  Just finished reading a couple of articles about a young woman, Emma Sullivan, who, though 18 according to one article, is still in high school, and who apparently made some disparaging remarks on Twitter about Governor Sam Brownback, while he addressed her and a group of fellow Kansas students during a field trip to a Youth in Government event in Topeka, Kansas.  What amazes me is how deeply we as a nation have slid into being a society based merely on the rule of law, rather than rooted in the spirit of the law.  Time and again in online posts people were callously insisting on the young woman’s “right” to say what she wanted, rather than caring about the “right-ness” of her saying it, the appropriateness of what she said, or the manner in which she said it.

Not to say that nobody spoke to the issues of personal responsibility and social accountability.  Many did.  But many were also indifferent to this young woman’s willingness to barbarize someone she disagreed with, and to top it off, they somehow viewed her attitude and actions as noble – as if the ends justify the means to such an extent that it is right and good for someone to use any means allowed by law in every situation.  So, since Americans enjoy freedom of speech, words can be used in any combination so long as the goal is a desirable one (in someone’s estimation).  In this case, the goal was apparently conveying her dislike of the Governor to at least the 60 or so people currently following her online via Twitter, if not whoever else may decide to check her Twitter account out.

It is not helpful, or healthy, for people to begin making it socially acceptable to verbally assault others simply because they disagree with them.  And for a high school student to be told it is within her right to denigrate the office of the Governor, and indeed, the entire political process through hurtful and disrespectful words, while technically, legally permissible, is most definitely not beneficial to the fabric of society.  I know, “She’s only one kid,” you say.  You know, you can take a sleeve right off an expensive suit by recklessly handling one thread – ruins the whole suit.  Obviously, given the numerous supportive and or dismissive comments that accompanied the online articles, there are many, many households making the same mistakes as young Emma Sullivan’s mom: “It's more attention grabbing. I raised my kids to be independent, to be strong, to be free thinkers. If she wants to tweet her opinion about Gov. Brownback, I say for her to go for it and I stand totally behind her.” (http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/11/27/emma-sullivan-apology-sam-brownback-tweet_n_1115382.html).

Do we have a “right” to treat each other harshly?  Hmmmm. Who gives us such a right?  Are we able to treat each other harshly?  Absolutely.  Emma’s tweets and many of the online comments in response to them prove that.  Is it right to do so?  Not so sure.

You see, a society is not built on, or held together by, “independent,” “free thinkers.” It built on interdependent, good thinkers that cooperatively, constructively, and often compromisingly find a way to graciously do life together.

Too many are conveying a cultural mindset that hovers at the border of what might be considered social pathology – a pure lack of regard for social norms and mores: “So what if what I said was hurtful or disrespectful.  I have a right to feel how I feel.”  How long can a society honestly hold together if each individual is only concerned with addressing and expressing how they feel with no regard for how anyone else in the room feels?

Understandably, we are a young nation – merely 230 years old.  Of those 230 years, the rise of the adolescent as an entertainment vampire and source of economic empire is only about 60 years in the making.  In our infancy, we had the parentage of our European ancestry to hold the seat once we kicked off the training wheels.  Well, somewhere along the way we decided it was time to shrug Father Western Civilization off and try to ride like a big boy or girl.  Maybe it’s just time for us as a people –a nation – to grow up, just like young Emma Sullivan needs to grow up, and behave like responsible, adult members of society?

“[Thanksgiving] is my favorite holiday.  It’s all about the food!”  As I came across this post on a popular social networking site, it somehow took some of the relish off of our families’ afternoon dinner plans.  I had been enjoying a number of other posts filled with words of thanks and flavored with a generous amount of gratitude towards a Providential God and the gifts we know as friends, family, and fellow human beings, when this particular post appeared.  There were two posts, actually, with the “conversation” beginning the night before: “Can’t wait tomorrow is get fat day,” and the above response, “It’s my favorite holiday. It’s all about the food.”

Taken at face value, I was looking square in the face of two people who are at risk of being real turkeys this Turkey Day – which is actually meant to be all about giving thanks, not eating turkey.  And being of a melancholy persuasion, my soul-searching gave me pause to consider just what I would be feasting on this Thanksgiving – the goodness of God and multiplied blessings available to me, or the raw materials for someone’s septic system?  Can you see how this might dim one’s gastronomic goals?

Of course, feasting has historically been itself a gift from God to people.  Throughout the Bible, God insists we take moments to focus on Him and feast as a form of reflection on what God has done for us and as a foreshadowing of what He will do for us in the future.  So sitting down to a Thanksgiving Feast, when done from the proper perspective, can absolutely be a literal object lesson in the take-and-give of Thanksgiving.

Ultimately, what really gobbled my goat and gnawed at my gullet, was seeing what I could, if not careful, let not only my Thanksgiving Day, but every day become – “all about the food.”  I have three pets:  one dog and two cats, plus my son’s dog is staying with us, so I get what a life that is “all about the food” looks like, and it scares me to death to think I could abdicate what makes me human – my ability to think from which flows the responsibility to thank.

When I focus on “the food” – the “stuff” I stuff my stomach with – whether consumable via my digestive system or simply some other materialistic “appetizer” meant to satiate some hunger of my heart, I become something less than fully human.  To be human is to be given the gift of reason – that ability to exercise rational thought and with it the capacity for reflection.  There is no other creature on the planet vested with this attribute.  The Bible describes it as being created in the image of God.

Thanksgiving, even as a human construct – perhaps especially as a human construct – must be about infinitely more than “the food.”  We must come to the table with more going on in our hearts and minds than what is going on the brain of a dog on the way to the dish.

So yes, I will enjoy my Thanksgiving turkey today.  I will enjoy it not only because it tastes delicious, but because unlike any other creature on this planet, I have been graced with the ability to appreciate the miracle of meat making its way to my table: a life given for my life, the means made available by way of employment opportunities and God-given abilities, the sacrifice of others to share hospitality and serve my needs, the gift of life that lets me give thanks and partake today. I will eat turkey, but I will feast on God’s abundant favor and hopefully “get fat” on faith and the unique human characteristics that make it possible; because, as they say, “You are what you eat.”  I pray my time at the table reflects the image of God rather than the instincts of my dog.

I was literally hoping to run into Walmart, grab a couple of items for my daughter’s somewhat impromptu birthday party – which would start in about 45 minutes – and be on my way.  I quickly located my quarry and made my way to the checkout counters.  Of the roughly thirty checkouts, only about six were open.  I scanned for the shortest line and then, realizing that were no short lines, settled into the “Speedy Checkout” line.  Ten minutes later I was still watching a woman named, Yolanda, haggle with the cashier and the line hadn’t moved an inch!

Annyywhoo, the other ten people between me and Yolanda moved along quite nicely.  While waited, I noticed a gallon of chocolate milk sitting on a closed register station apparently the victim of abandonment at the hands of would-be purchaser.

There was no way of knowing how long it had been there, but as the minutes trudged on, I began to wonder, “What would happen to the milk?  How long would it be left there?”   None of the staff took notice of it, and the last I recalled, milk was a perishable item.  Then I started to think about how many other items – perishable items alone – might be left to waste throughout the store?  And how many Walmarts across the country were rife with such waste?  It reminded me of a poem:

For want of a nail the shoe was lost.
For want of a shoe the horse was lost.
For want of a horse the rider was lost.
For want of a rider the battle was lost.
For want of a battle the kingdom was lost.
And all for the want of a horseshoe nail.

This stunted sonnet points out a painfully obvious truth: failing to take care of the details can have disastrous effects.  I could see a soured gallon of once marketable chocolate milk giving birth to a retail rendition of the little nursery rhyme:  

For want of a gallon of milk a sale was lost.
For want of a sale a job was lost.
For want of a job a store was lost.
For want of a store a community was lost.
For want of a community a nation was lost.
All for the want of a gallon of milk.

A bit of old wisdom warns, “Whoever can’t be trusted with the little things can’t be trusted with the big things” (Dom’s loose paraphrase of Jesus).  Perhaps the “big” struggles we are facing as a nation are connected to the “little things” we are failing to prove ourselves trustworthy of as private citizens?  After all, the Board of Directors of Walmart can’t be everywhere taking responsibility for every gallon of chocolate milk left to spoil – that takes a concerned, invested individual.  And yes, I turned the displaced dairy product over to a store employee.  Decided to trust them to take care of the things they should be taking care of.