In my travels, I’ve visited every major city in the US except Seattle and Boston.
I’m not a big city gal, though. I grew up in a small town right outside of Kansas City and I much prefer the small town feel.
I used to like visiting big cities for a few days before they were rotted away by “progressive” policies, but, even back in the day, only for a few days.
It doesn’t take long in a big city to feel lonely and detached from people, nature, and a sense of belonging. The amount of intentional effort you have to put in to feel connection is substantially greater in a big city.
It’s also easier for things to completely unravel and degenerate in a big city because the effort required to keep everything running smoothly is so much greater.
Jesus gives warnings to several cities in our Gospel reading today. By calling out the cities for their wicked ways, He’s ultimately calling out the people who live there.
The people have allowed each other to slip into wickedness, they practice evil things, they are unrepentant; basically, they stopped looking out for each other’s souls and adopted a “you do you” mentality which never bodes well.
Any small town or big city if susceptible to this dire fate really, if we stop caring for one another. Our acceptance of drugs has left people homeless and overdosing in our streets. Modern technology leaves us all sitting in our homes thinking that screen time counts as real human connections. It doesn’t.
We are too consumed with ourselves to worry or care about the health and well being of those around us. All of us were made for more than what we are currently experiencing.
We have to be willing to take back what has been lost but it will require sacrifice and getting uncomfortable, Catholic Pilgrims. It’s worth it, though, for the sake of future generations.
Live the Faith boldly and travel this Tuesday.
