WEDNESDAY WISDOM

I guess you could say I was a child that grew up on “screen time.” My screen was an 8″ black and white TV, upon which I spent Saturday mornings wallowing in Looney Toons cartoons. I would then spend the rest of that Saturday at the movie theatre, watching technicolor movies with fabulous choreography and music. Today screen time is more apparent as kids walk around with a screen attached to their hand. However, you might say I was breaking ground for today’s generation.

One of my favorite cartoon characters was Sylvester, the cat. That poor creature spent his entire existence trying to consume Tweety Bird, but never accomplished the deed. Either Granny would whack him on the head with her broom, or his conscience (good or bad) would lead him into temptation or drive him away from it. Maybe this is how I was introduced to my own conscience. It’s an inner voice that’s built into us at our conception. Or as Victor Hugo once said, “Conscience is God present in man.” He also said, “The sewer is the conscience of the city.” Either way our conscience can often determine what our actions will be.

If you were Sylvester, your ultimate goal would be to eat a canary. Your good conscience would fight for Tweety and fill you in on all the bad that would occur if you succeeded in your goal. Your bad conscience would tell you to hang the consequences and go for instant gratification. It used to be that Sylvester’s good conscience won out. Today – not so much.

For me, my screen time has switched to looking out our window to feast my eyes on nature and the wildlife that surrounds me. The playful squirrels that eat our bird food while dangling from the bird feeder by one foot are amazing. The feral cats abound. I’m sure someone is feeding them, because they all look extremely healthy. The birds try to make a stab at the seed but must be satisfied with the remnants scattered on the ground. Since it is spring and everything is coming alive again, the view is most enjoyable. However, there is the ugly side of life too. The apparent passing of drugs on the street or human trafficking and a visual police presence. To top it off feral cats are mating on a catarondack chair. They should get a room!

So how does conscience play into all this? I guess what I’m wondering is whether the conscience has become so numbed by public opinion, a WOKEsociety, political correctness or is the world actually devolving into something I don’t recognize anymore? Good is now evil and evil is acceptable as good. Maybe we’re all living in a world of Looney Tunes.

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As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on Amazon.com.
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9 Responses to WEDNESDAY WISDOM

  1. hatrack4 says:

    Our TV was larger than yours, but most of what you said is the same here. Until recently, I watched weather throughout the day, but they talk about politics (meaning Climate Change) instead of reporting the weather, so I watch the stray cats, wild rabbits, and the robins in the backyard. Odd, we used to have chickadees, sparrows, etc. Growing up, my mother hated cartoons and I was allowed one TV show on Saturday morning. I picked looney tunes, Bullwinkle, or the Banana Splits because it was an hour or hour and a half. But every other Saturday, my mother went to work and when I did not need a haircut, I either stayed home or went to her mother’s house – wall to wall cartoons!

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  2. ken riddles says:

    Excellent again. (they should get a room – brilliant 😅) Looney tunes world indeed.

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  3. I pray the real “Looney Tunes” remain sealed away in my memory banks. But I know my only actions must take these concerns to God in prayer. Sometimes I feel certain prayers repeating over and over so I’m thankful God doesn’t mind the repetitive conversation.

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