Michael's Monthly Column "Throwing My Loop"

Throwing My Loop…    

By:  Michael Johnson

The Sky Is Not Falling

     It’s the fall of 2008 here and it’s also the Fall of 2008.  The stock market has crashed.  Seems a lot of people think “it’s all over.”  In the last two weeks, I’ve had no less than four people tell me, “Plant a garden.  Stock up on ammunition.  You’re gonna’ need it.  It’s all over.”  Is that true?  I think not.  Prophets of doom have been around for a long time. 
     In the late 1700’s a British economist named Thomas Malthus informed us that food tends to increase arithmetically while population increases geometrically.  That means no matter how much food you grow, the supply cannot keep up with demand…so Malthus – world famous economics expert - predicted we were all going to starve to death.  Didn’t happen.
     In the late 1800’s a renowned group of scientists studied the “horse waste problem” in New York City.  They determined that “if horse droppings continue at the current rate, by the year 1950, 100,000 men will not be able to keep the streets of New York City clean.” Thousands of people wrote letters to newspaper offices demanding politicians do something immediately.  ‘Course they didn’t.  The solution to the problem came from an unexpected source.  Cars replaced horses.  (Ain’t that a shame?)  The disaster didn’t happen.
     In 1980, an economics professor at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology named Lester Thurow won the Nobel Prize for his book called “The Zero Sum Society.”  In 1989, Thurow said, “If you don’t think the Soviet system is doing something right, just go take a look for yourself.”  Forty-eight hours later, the Soviets threw in the towel.  Seventy years of killing people, seventy years of claiming communism was better than capitalism, and then poof -  “Okay, we were wrong.”  I’ve been looking for Lester Thurow ever since the Berlin Wall fell.
     When Hussein lit up all the oil wells a few years back, a panel of environmental experts quickly assembled on television telling frightened viewers, “We will never – never – be able to extinguish these massive fires!”  Then they proceeded to make all sorts of catastrophic predictions about how the smoke would block out the sun, and how all life on earth might perish because of the resulting drop in temperature.  One said, “It may well be all over.”  Red Adair put all the fires out in less than four months.  “We coulda’ done it sooner ‘cept for that last one,” he said.  “That one took a whole week.”
     I remember a 1975 cover of Time or Newsweek showing a frozen earth hanging in space with the headline, “The Coming Ice Age.”  Now it’s global warming.  Seems we just can’t get away from disasters– or maybe we can’t get away from predictions of disaster.
     Even the Weather Channel is getting in on the act.  “Will we survive the coming storm tomorrow?  Tune in at 11:00 to find out!”  During one particularly hot summer, the weather man leaned forward into the camera and said, “Listen folks, if we don’t get these old people some fans, they are going to die!”  I thought about my grandmother.  The only fan she ever had came from the funeral parlor, and it was hand-held.  She lived to be eighty-eight.
     We constantly hear, “If only things were like they once were.”  Problem is I can’t remember a time in my life when we ever were free from alcoholism, child abuse, divorce, war, or bad economic conditions.  Growing up in the fifties and sixties – now called the “golden economic age” by economists – I can never remember a single time when my dad came home and said, “Man, we really have it good, don’t we?”
     Am I suggesting we ignore problems and view the world through rose-colored glasses?  Uh, well…yes.  At least that’s better than whining about all the evils tomorrow may bring.  I always want to ask those prophets of gloom and doom – those who are predicting the terrible things bound to happen in the next year or in the next ten – “Who will win the fifth race at Louisiana Downs tomorrow?  If you can tell us what is going to happen in the year 2020, then surely you can predict which horse will win tomorrow.”
     At a recent conference a woman asked me, “Do you like Christian writing and Christian authors?”  I replied that I did. 
     “And don’t you like books about the end times?” she asked.  “Don’t you believe the end will come in our lifetime?  Don’t you believe the end is near?”
     I replied that I did not.
     “Why?” she asked.  “With all the terrible things happening in the world, the awful weather, storms, hurricanes, wars, the energy crisis…don’t you think they can predict when the end will come?”
     “No,” I said.
     “How can you be so sure?” she asked.
     “Because,” I said.  “I have a good source.”

                                                                  “No man knows the day or the hour.”

                                                                                                              -- Jesus


                                                                                               -- Michael Johnson


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