On the Prairie

If we could go back in time to 1862, place ourselves in the boots of a lonesome cowboy and ask ourselves, "What would life be like in 2022?" We probably wouldn't even be able to fathom such a distance in time, much less grasp the concepts of technological advancement that have occurred over the last 160 years. I watched a video the other day of an American soldier who flew from the deck of a Naval carrier to another ship a quarter mile away, across the open water with only a jet pack on his shoulders. It was almost comical how desensitized I've become to the wonder that is the human potential. And while we build our rocket ships and chart the long journey to Mars, we drool over entertainment exploiting the violent nature of progress and times made of a simpler worry. We love cowboys now more than ever and for good reason. They represent what most of us have lost over the generations including a deep connection to the earth, to God, and to a life measured by grit.

All I know, is that if one day we're loaded up on spaceships like covered wagons from the future, I'll rest a little easier if my pilot is wearing a John B. Stetson.