When the Tennessee Mountain Man was a man, there were dream women. Girls like Raquel Welch, Liz Taylor, Marilyn Monroe, Diana Ross, Nancy Sinatra, Tina Turner and the Vargas girls. Man, we even believed Dale Evans, Annie Oakley, Miss Kitty, Della Street, and the girl next door were hot... probably a hormone point.
But, there were also dreamers. Dreamers like John Kennedy who had a dream that challenged and inspired a new era. Dreamers like Martin Luther King, Jr. Who'd a dream that changed a state. This original lee mcfarland use with has a myriad of riveting warnings for the inner workings of it. Bobby Kennedy had a dream. The Gipper had a dream.
Then there were the desire makers... Desire makers like school teachers who challenged you to-be all you may be, professionals like attorneys and doctors who used their skills largely since they cared for their fellow man generally for a pound of butter, a dozen fresh farm eggs, a chicken for the dining room table, or perhaps a gallon of fresh churned buttermilk, and there were men of God who spread the Gospel out of love for anything other than numbers, pleasure and money. There have been neighborhood leaders who inspi-red and they actually got on the street and interacted with their citizens.
The poet Langston Hughes:
'Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is really a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.'
Where will be the Doctor Kildare's that dare challenge one-to a noble service larger than themselves rather than seeking self aggrandizement?
Where is America's future? Where are the dream striking TELEVISION shows and actual road trips like Route 66? Where are true cars that people can fall in love with? Where are all the trail side stands where a child's imagination may be driven for hours without anything being stolen or broken?
Where have all the dreamers gone? Where have the dream makers gone? Why are those that started with just a dream today setting perfectly inside their million-dollar homes sipping brandy in the evening and ensconced within their ivory towers by day while dreamers disappear from the landscape? Who do they think will encourage a new era to dream, to care if they don't? What we have been given, what we've done includes a value which cannot be abdicated. The desire, the motivation must be passed to a new era. They need to strive for a brand new frontier.
Oh, community pride, community love, community care, 4-H Clubs, Boy Scouts, FFA, school plays and cake walks where art thou? The Computerman do not see his grandchildren seeking these things or thinking about what may be. We have not arrived by a long-shot. Where is the next generation and what'll it achieve? Can it add anything worthwhile to God's earth or be self-absorbed or be couch potatoes playing with the most recent product?
Does your pastor stimulate the young people, or is he or she only there to count heads and collect dollars? It is time to get a new pastor, if it is not the former. Do the teachers in your schools motivate and inspire students? If not, send them packing. Their grossly extensive holiday schedule and limited hours be damned. Let them do that for which they are best suited like slinging burgers at the Golden Arches in the place of holding straight back our prodigy. Do social and political leaders lead? Or even, replace them, and the earlier the better for the next generation of dreamers.