We were the pear capital of the world with acres of orchards stretching over the hills, nestled beside forests and dotted with well kept homes.
People were kind and friendly here, open even to forgiving the sin of a California license plate.
We took good care of our neighbors and took great pride in the land God gave us.
It was a good place to live and to live in until you died.
Those days are gone.
The pear orchards have been ripped out and replaced by grapes, the grapes were ripped out and replaced with hemp and marijuana.
They couldn’t find enough labor to harvest the pears anymore and the profit margin on pot is better…or it was before everyone here grew their own.
Now there’s a glut of dope and there’s nothing else left to grow…I’ll probably live to see the land lay fallow someday.
I never wanted to live that long.
The authorities say we have a suicide epidemic, particularly among our youth and veterans.
We don’t report such things on the news…so it’s a silent reaper we refuse to acknowledge.
The drug related crime rate is through the roof…meth addicts will steal whatever isn’t nailed down…you dare not leave your house or car unlocked.
Fewer people are friendly and kind, more are fearful and angry.
A pastor told me yesterday that the valley just needs Jesus and Jesus was the only hope for us to reclaim what we once had.
I noted that there is a church on every other corner here and Jesus didn’t seem to be making much of an impact these days.
That, he countered, was the fault of leftists and Democrats.
Everyone has their own devils to blame.
The devils appear to be winning.
Why are we so miserable that we have to self medicate ourselves to survive?
Why isn’t Jesus making more of a difference?
I contend that we have lost the Jesus of Scripture and history and replaced Him with boutique gods we call by His name but who bear slight resemblance to the real God.
What do you think?