The Century Chest at the First Lutheran Church of Oklahoma City was unearthed. It contained lots of stuff, including newspapers, a pen used by President McKinley, and a phonograph of people from 1913 speaking.
I wonder what our time capsule would be, if we buried one today. Would it be filled with pressure cookers and thirty-round rifle magazines? Sound bites on a CD from our politicians, sanitized and given a little pop by their spin doctors? Photos of little kids taken too early from the world by a madman?
Or maybe I'm too cynical. Maybe it would have a bloodstained borrowed wheelchair in it, it's rubber-coated wheels ground down and chipped from being pushed over concrete and broken glass. A tattered coat could be in there, one that was given to a shivering little girl, one that has been used and reused until it's too threadbare to serve any longer. There might be a used up phone card in there, the minutes all spent by a Marine on foreign soil to call his aging mother who's living in a home now, to tell her every day that he loves her and that--No, Mom--he won't be coming over for coffee tomorrow.
What would you put into the chest?