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Paradox Pt 2: The Paradox of Our Age

Paradox of our age. Photo credit: blog.zerodean.com
Paradox of our age. Photo credit: blog.zerodean.com

This is the final part of my posts on the paradox of modern man. Most people credit the following poem to the Dalai Lama or George Carlin. However, a diligent person has traced its origin to Dr. Bob Moorehead, former pastor of Seattle’s Overlake Christian Church. Enjoy it!

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings, but shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints.

We spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy it less.

We have bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences, but less time;

We have more degrees, but less sense; more knowledge, but less judgment; more experts, but more problems; more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry too quickly, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too seldom, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.

We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life; we’ve added years to life, not life to years.

We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor.

We’ve conquered outer space, but not inner space.

We’ve done larger things, but not better things.

We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.

We’ve split the atom, but not our prejudice.

We write more, but learn less.

We plan more, but accomplish less.

We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait.

We build more computers to hold more information to produce more copies than ever, but have less communication.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion; tall men, and short character; steep profits, and shallow relationships.

These are the times of world peace, but domestic warfare; more leisure, but less fun; more kinds of food, but less nutrition.

These are days of two incomes, but more divorce; of fancier houses, but broken homes.

These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throw-away morality, one-night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer to quiet, to kill.

It is a time when there is much in the show window and nothing in the stockroom.


LEKE

Follow me on twitter: @lekebabayomi

Grace

Grace Grace gives you pardon

When you deserved punishment

Grace gives favour

Where you did not labour

Grace makes you a winner

When you’d have been a quitter

Grace dries your tears

When you were limited by fears

Grace gives you hope

When in darkness men left you to grope

I thank God for his grace. I am a product of God’s grace and undeserved mercies. What else can grace do? How has grace helped you in life? Please share in the comments :).

Leke Babayomi blogs at lekebabayomi.wordpress.com Follow him on twitter @lekebabayomi Brace yourself to purchase a copy of his soon-to-be-released book: “The Silent Killer.”

#Poem: Just write

Writer

Something always draws you away to the place of quiet

There’s a rumbling within that dies

only after you’ve put pen to paper

Every time you see a creative piece

An inner voice screams, “You can do that too!”

Writing gives you that sense of satisfaction

Exceeding what money can provide

Strangely, your goal isn’t attention

You don’t care if lots of people read that piece

You just don’t know why you do what you do

It’s ‘cos you were born to write

It’s ‘cos there’s a message in you

It’s ‘cos God wants to use your pen to change lives

So, don’t quench the fire, just write!


Leke Babayomi blogs at lekebabayomi.wordpress.com

Follow him on twitter @lekebabayomi

Brace yourself to purchase a copy of his soon-to-be-released book: “The Silent Killer.”


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