I took a quiz once that allowed one to see what time period I would have been best born in. It told me that I would have been best born in the 20's-40's. While being born in the modern world has its advantages, Ive always been an "old school" type of guy. I love the classics, history, and Shakespeare. Im a hopeless romantic who feels very lost in todays "relative" concept of love, passion, and dating. I grow tired of the meaningless relationships that have more to do with status than they do love. I love watching movies that deal with the 40's era (WWII). But most of all I love seeing how clear most saw good and evil. 

The distinction between good and evil was so evident and clear. One could look out across the world and see evil. Hitler and Mussolini. The Rape of Nanjing by the Japanese. You could see evil in a physical form (or at least it seemed).

While I know that this is a very ideological viewpoint I also like how ideological it is. I like knowing that evil has a face. That beauty is only that which is beautiful. That art is beautiful because it is and not because someone says it is. That good is good because it does good. That evil is evil because it is all that is evil. I love knowing the lines.

Nowadays, we are told that truth is relative, beauty is subjective, vulgarity is not vulgar, tolerance is "god", homosexuality is a "race", racism is disagreeing with anything said by anyone with a different skin color, and that love is lust. What ever happened to knowledge? What eve happened to wisdom?

I guess this is why I love the 20's - 40's. It was what it was. I know I have romanticized the flaws of that generation away, but I can only see the good. The positive. The beautiful. In a modern culture the is so negative and pessimistic, I miss the glory days.

I miss the days when love was something you waited for. That you fought for. That you died for. I miss the days when we had something worth dying for. Yet....yet....

We do. When I feel lost in a world of complete oblivion of negativity, depression, homelessness, I am reminded of our God and his never ending joy. He is all that is positive, happy, and caring. He is the arms into which we run. He is the ray of sun that fights of the storm on a sea of insecurity. He is never-ending joy. He is the line in the sand, the clarity between good and evil. He is the one who shows all that is true, beautiful, and worth fighting for. He is love to a degree that we can not only not understand, but on a degree in which we can never even imagine. God is the reason to live. To wake up in the morning. The die at the end of life. He is my existence and my joy. 

Lord, help me to not forget your clarity and joy.