The Crux of Any Matrix

The Crux of Any Matrix

"We're workin' our jobs, collect our pay
Believe we're gliding down the highway, when in fact we're slip sliding away"

"Slip Sliding Away"- Simon and Garfunkel

            We hear the term, "the crux of any matter." More important in this age of the helix nanotechnology chip, electrical and radiology physics, which we can not understand but has become such an integral part of living. In the lifetime of this writer, children taken to a building calling a telephone in another building just a short distance away, simply because they had never used a telephone. In the community where I was reared, just one telephone for miles, radios-more static interference than information. Then came television, every house with an antenna on its top (houses without inside plumbing, telephones, A.C systems, but all with a television). This was the beginning of the decline...politically, morally, spiritually. Every Satanic meanness in the world, an idol to which you bow down-kept tune-as many hours as regulators allowed. Most young people have never seen the NBC Peacock which came on at the end of the day. Today, the world taken over by the cell phones-texting. You see, we are all prisoners, one way or another and do not realize it. Oh, the psychologists think they can explain it, there is nothing to explain. The crux of the matter, it all started in the garden with the first couple, Adam and Eve.

            Most of us, prisoners of other things, addictions. Addictions to the synthetics of taste or sexuality. I heard my grandfather say that when he was a boy, if he saw a girls ankle's (they are wore long skirts) he thought he had really seen something. In my lifetime, women with dresses to the ankles, a broach or a pin holding the bodice (upper part of the dress)together right at the throat...bonnets and hats, veils (I still remember Ms. Eleanor Roosevelt with her black hat and black veil at FDR's funeral). Movies, so carefully regulated (a bedroom scene, feet had to be on the floor), radios, no suggestive words. Of course everything was live, no film. If a mistake was made, everyone was aware of it. Pornography was the lingerie section of the Sears and Roebuck catalogue.  My mother, right on until the time I left for college, was still cooking in a wood burning stove. You built a fire in the stove to cook every meal. My grandmother's had to deal with no refrigeration. You put milk for the baby in a bucket and put the bucket in the well where the cold water kept the milk more or less unspoiled. This scientist-writer-doctor still haunted by sick children from food poisoning at the public school. It was just the grace of God that many did not die from eating spoiled food, simply because there was no refrigeration during the summertime. Most illness was a summertime thing and of course, activated charcoal, the cheapest simplest way to treat toxicity of any type of kept hidden from the world because the doctors and pharmacists could not make money off this. Even the monkeys on Pacific Islands, knew the value of charcoal from campfires. This writer is still haunted by people choking to death on food and many died from choking which we did not know about, simply because the Heimlich maneuver and other forms of choking relief were unknown.

            One of my doctor friends, well known military officer, practiced medicine in a thickly settled, rural area. Never married, he lived alone. This brilliant man died from a piece of steak in his throat...eating alone in his home. His back was bruised where he had beaten it, trying to dislodge the meat (Grantham, NC).

            The crux of the matter, so much changed, and our education system has refused to keep up with it. It has become a matter of excusing everything...no matter what..."let's just move on." We are prisoners of political correctness, popularity, psychological thinking. The psychologist, always liberal, always atheist, always approving and justifying anything. The words you hear from any psychologist, "And that is alright too." Show me your habits, the books you read, the music to which you listen, and I will tell you what type person you are.

            Creator God of the universe, most magnificent design, man, perfected everything with systems. There is nothing more amazing-awesome than the systems of neurology-physiology of the human body.

            Every study ("ology" means the study of), from anthropology-man to zoology-animal life (bacteriology-bacteria, psychology-mind, geology-rocks, archeology-old things, cytology-cells, microbiology-anything studied with microscope). Everything an educational adventure-endless activity of its own. Thousands of books on any subject, PhD degrees in any area of any subject. The ancients would be amazed at what has happened to their world, the knowledge which was always here, coming forth. "These all died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them afar off, and were persuaded of [them], and embraced [them], and confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth" (Hebrews 11:13). We stand on the shoulders of much better men and women who lived and died before us, never knowing the conveniences of modern day living but, they have something missing today-a faith to live by and die with, remarkable-spectacular in their lives ("Of whom the world was not worthy: they wandered in deserts, and [in] mountains, and [in] dens and caves of the earth." Hebrews 11:38.

            The pivotal point, the point of reference for all world history, the cross on calavry, on which Jesus Christ was crucified, two rough boards, one vertical, one horizontal. The history of the world comes together horizontally at the cross. The hope of the world comes together vertically at the cross. Amazing and awesome, ancient Judaism, 613 laws to live by, the Christian world, everything combined in two, loving God and your neighbor as yourself (Matthew 22:38). Very important, particularly when people tend to judge one another, the knowledge that a bruised reed, God will not break (Matthew 12:20). In a world of imperfection, sickness, wounds and bruises, both physical and mental, we learn empathy-sympathy for the disabled-disillusioned-discouraged.

            The most encouraging words this writer ever hears, helped to the speakers stand, in a building, particularly a graduation, so many have said, "Your white cane is an inspiration to my life." This is the crux (cross) of any matter, any man...what you do when all goes wrong.