When
I was in college in the early 90’s, I noticed an odd trend.
Young college students were spending an awful lot of time
talking about the end of the world. Things were going to
change. A new millennium was dawning and nothing would ever be
the same.
The
range of theories and reactions was wide. An acquaintance
couple filled the living room of their tiny apartment with food
storage. Conspiracy theories abounded. Some people made
long-term choices based on the premise that our society was short
term. And everywhere there were people looking to feed fear and
make profits.
Of
course all this fear was well justified. We all remember the
horrible catastrophes of the year 2000. Power plants exploded.
The monetary system crashed and we developed a new system of
trade based on colored M&M’s. TV stations went off
air en masse, although some people were still somehow able to watch
1970’s game shows. There was no food in the grocery store
beyond some Alpo and a box of Durian flavored breakfast cereal that
was mistakenly shipped to the US instead of Laos.
People
were viciously attacked by their computers (and this was dangerous
because monitors in those dark days weighed as much as my
11-year-old). To borrow a line, cats and dogs were living
together. It was mass hysteria.
You
remember that don’t you?
Me
neither.
None
of it happened. None of the fear-mongering panned out. None
of the darkest predictions came true. To quote my diary from
January 1st,
2000, it was the “lamest Apocalypse ever.” In the
end, it was just fine.
Which
is not to say that preparations were not a good idea. Look what
has happened since.
There
was an attack on US soil that cost more than 3,000 lives. The
housing bubble inflated, leaving people in way over their head on
mortgages, and then burst, leaving people in way over their heads on
living indoors, period. We’ve had a decade-long war.
Unemployment has risen so dramatically that unless you are an
investment banker with the skills needed to drive 401Ks into the
ground, it is very hard to get a job.
Much
of our farmland is in a drought so serious that it will be years
before farmers recover. The cost of animal feed has doubled and
even tripled in some areas. It won’t be long before those
prices show up at the meat counter of your local grocery store.
The
hard times did come. They just didn’t look they way we
thought they would.
So
here we are again, looking at the end of the world. The Mayans
ran out of room on their stone tablet, and apparently this means that
life as we know it is going to end in December of 2012. I
thought this was meaningless since Christ says no man knows the hour
of his return, but apparently the more updated versions include
“except those clever clever Mayans. You can’t get
one past them.”
There
will natural disasters. The Mississippi River will decide to
flow east. There will be no more Thursdays. Junior High
will last forever. Anyone who does not have food prepared is
going to wish they could get their hands on some Alpo or Durian
flavored breakfast cereal.
There
is fresh fever about preparedness. Now it is a nationwide
trend, as evidenced by the fact that the phenomenon has its own
reality show. People are responding not only to the doomsday
prophecies but the dramatic economic decline in our nation. We
are getting prepared because hard times are coming. Again.
Or
rather, still. Hard times are always coming. They always
have and they always will. We should be getting prepared. But
we should never be getting scared. It’s not too late to
start. The Church has put out great information on gathering
and using food storage. Take advantage of those resources.
But
in addition to food, supplies, and fuel, I would like to add some
other things we need to make sure we have in abundance.
First,
faith. It’s always first. You need faith in the
Lord. You need faith in his ability to lead you and prepare
you.
Second,
love. You need love for your family, your neighbors, and your
fellow man. The friendships and connections you make today are
the same ones you will have in a crisis. Make strong
friendships. Work together in a spirit of love and cooperation.
In a crisis, whether personal or global, a trusted team of
allies is an invaluable asset.
Third,
a firm grasp of the principles of the gospel. I was stunned one
day to listen to an LDS prepper explain his plan for turning away the
needy during a crisis since he was prepared and they were not. I
am not advocating letting your family starve in favor of strangers.
I am just suggesting that any plan that ends with you giving
“the ant and the grasshopper” speech to a starving child
is not based on a thorough knowledge of the Gospel of Jesus Christ.
Fourth,
flexibility. The emergency you are preparing for may not be the
one you get. Hunger may not result in a Hollywood-worthy natural
disaster. It might come when your neighbor abandons his family.
It might come when you get laid off. It might come when
your sons and daughters try to establish their own households under
the weight of escalating food prices. We must be willing to be
lead to use our preparations not only for ourselves but also for
others as directed by the Holy Ghost.
Fifth,
gratitude. Be thankful for what you have been taught. Be
thankful for resources that help you be prepared. Be thankful
for the friends and neighbors you have the opportunity to serve.
It
is gratitude that protects us from becoming a one note piano
hammering away. It is gratitude that helps us recognize the
Lord and his love for us. It is gratitude that protects us from
becoming cruel or proud if we are more prepared or even fortunate
than others.
And
last, a sense of humor. Because honestly, if you can’t
laugh during a crisis, you’re doing it wrong.
So
get ready. Stack up your shake flashlights and glowsticks.
Pick your favorite water purifier. Put buckets of beans
in the basement. Be prepared to use them while you live in
your basement-turned-bunker, or when you know someone needs food, at
the ward campout, or during a two-day power outage next January after
an uneventful December.
I am me. I live at my house with my husband and kids. Mostly because I have found that people
get really touchy if you try to live at their house. Even after you explain that their towels are
fluffier and none of the cheddar in their fridge is green.
I teach Relief Society and most of the sisters in the ward are still nice enough to come.