This is an excerpt called The Paradox of Our Time written by Bob Moorehead, the former pastor of the Overlake Christian Church. This piece is moving and insightful, and yet, a paradox in itself.
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 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, yet 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, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, 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 a new neighbor. We 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 conquered 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 we communicate less and less.
These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion; big men and small character; steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce; fancier houses but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway 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 showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. Indeed these are the times!
This excerpt hits in all the right places. It evokes emotion and passion, and furthermore, ignites a curiosity about the author of the piece. Who is this that wrote such beautiful poetry? Over the years, as the piece tumbled and danced its way through the internet, fact and fiction muddled its origin. I believe this may have to do with the scandal surrounding the actual author, Rev. Bob Moorehead. In 1998, after being arrested for committing a lewd act in public, 17 men in his congregation came forward claiming Moorehead sexually molested them over the past 40 years. (http://www.christianitytoday.com/ct/1998/july13/8t8026.html).
There were no charges filed against him, but he subsequently resigned from the church. Elders of the church first stood by his claim of innocence but later reported “He was guilty of misconduct.” http://community.seattletimes.nwsource.com/archive/?date=19990521&slug=over21
I’m not really quite sure what to do with this information. There are a handful of articles and blogs strewn over the internet either supporting or bashing Moorehead, but none really give me closure on the outcome.
The irony of this piece is alarming. How can a man dedicated to serve and inspire perpetuate such darkness? But I think in a sick and twisted way, it fulfills the paradox he speaks about and demonstrates the stark reality we live in. It truly is a paradox of our time and that deeply grieves me.