Last week I was in the waiting area of a physical therapy center. I played around on Facebook for a little bit and then decided to shut off my phone and just engage in my surroundings. I like to at least look people in the eye as they pass by me, giving them a quick smile. It’s important to interact that way. The passerby and I each have something to offer the other. We exchange energies, I believe. If you open yourself to the opportunity, you meet new people, share stories, smile and laugh together. That’s a concept that is quickly fading away with the younger generations, sadly.
As I sat, I listened to the receptionist and an office manager have a conversation about troubles with the computer system. The problem was that the receptionist had just sat on the phone for an hour and a half with AT to work through a technical problem. As soon as she got off the phone, she pressed a button and magically, the situation resolved itself. It was instantaneous. She was flabbergasted at the fact that she just wasted an hour and a half of her life that she can never get back. As she relayed this to her manager, the two went on to discuss the fact that it is hard at the end of the year to reconcile year-end computer processes and have a holiday in between. I get it. Christmas is near the end of December and there is a lot of back up work to be done with the computer. Having Christmas and New Year’s holidays while trying to close out a month and a year on the computer can be a bit daunting.
The next part of the conversation went a little haywire as far as I am concerned. The receptionist is a young woman probably in her mid to late 20’s and the office manager is in her 50’s. The receptionist starting to complain and asked why does Christmas and New Year have to come together at the same time. Hmm, I was anxious to see where this thought process was going. As I listened, my astonishment could have knocked me right out of my chair. She went on to ask, ” What is Christmas anyway?” She was very confused as she tried to figure this out. She said, “Is that when he died?” At this point the office manager spoke up and looked at her, trying to remind her about the three wise men and a baby being born. Before the receptionist could process this information she blurted out, “Oh, wait, that’s Easter.”
To say that I was confounded is an understatement. My mind went rushing, thrashing, flailing, not knowing how to process what I just heard. I felt like I was in a dream state. My mind became an exhibit of discomposure. Is it actually possible that someone in their 20’s doesn’t have any idea who Jesus Christ was? Not any idea why we celebrate the holidays? No clue as to the true meaning of these gatherings of people around the world? I cannot fathom the possibility that here in the United States a person could be that ignorant to facts regarding certain traditions. The US is a populous of many different religions and belief systems. I understand that many people are not educated on other’s faith practices.
I guess, my mind is blown because it makes me deeply sad that we have commercialized holidays so much that young people truly have no idea what any of it means. They wander around aimlessly at Christmas, spending their money and frantically rushing against time to accomplish almost impossible tasks for the sake of a holiday that they know nothing about. The absurdity of this lack of knowledge hit me so hard that it rattled me to the core.
I guess, Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny reign supreme in a world that needs to know the limitless quality of love. I’m not suggesting that everyone become Christians. I respect other people’s faith and most are based on true love and humanity. I am astounded that a younger generation are not being given some form of foundation to build on.
Then again, that may not be true. I am a woman in her late 50’s. I was raised Catholic and although I do not practice Catholicism any longer, I do believe in a personal relationship with God. Maybe the new generation is not being indoctrinated the way that many of us have been. That’s not always a bad thing. Maybe they are free to decide for themselves what to believe in without indoctrination. Just because they are not being exposed to religion doesn’t mean they are not being exposed to love and humanity.
While my mind was knocked off its axis while listening to the aforementioned conversation, a new lesson is coming through. Religion is not love. Love is love. Compassion is love. Peace, happiness, sharing and caring is love. I didn’t need indoctrination to know love and while I am a Christian, my beliefs are based on a deep personal relationship with my Holy Spirit. I don’t participate in organized religion because it does not feed my soul.
I have slowly but surely been setting aside my indoctrinated mind, growing spiritually each and every day. Although the younger generations may seem to lack the knowledge of the history of Jesus Christ and the holidays, they certainly know how to share the love and caring that is needed so desperately in this world.