This was our playground. We did not have an abundance of toys but we did have something far more valuable, our imagination. The woods, the car shed and the barn became anything that we wanted them to be. Some days we were cowboys and Indians. Other days the sticks were used to spear the leaves that in our minds were fish in a stream. We played endless games of Red Rover and Freeze Tag. We laid on the ground and watched the clouds and sometimes wickedly ran through the laundry on the clothesline. We made up plays and acted them out. But our most favorite thing was to make mud pies. We imagined trees and branches as the boundaries for our playhouse. We even dug up moss and made a walkway to the front door of our imaginary house. Old concrete pipes and some kind of metal grating turned into our oven. In old jars we collected nuts and pretended to can them like Mama canned the vegetables from the garden. We spent hours and hours outside in our imaginary world.
When I was a child, I spoke like a child, thought like a child, and reasoned like a child. When I became an adult, I no longer used childish ways.
Never in my adult life have I known such a confused world hellbent on its on destruction. We rebrand things and ideas and declare them to be "rights" when in reality most of it is rubbish. We seem to not be able to distinguish between fictional works and truth. Movies, fictional books and songs give us our philosophical mantras that we repeat ad nauseam.
We live in a world where every one does what is right in their own eyes and where we applaud immaturity and irresponsibility. There is no standard raised before us by which we measure our behavior. How many more people have to destroy their lives before we realize that we are a most foolish culture?
We have been given a standard of truth and many of us profess it but we seem to fail to possess it. The true standard can only be found in the careful study and understanding of the Bible. The Bible cannot be sliced and diced. It has to be taken as one big book with central ideas and a central story. It has to once again permeate our souls and conscience.
...until we all attain to the unity of the faith and of the knowledge of the Son of God--a mature person, attaining to the measure of Christ's full stature.
We have failed and the world darkens as it is spinning out of control. In the spiritual world we play for keeps and men, women and children desperately need to come in contact with the true grace of God.
“You are the salt of the earth; but if the salt has become tasteless, how can it be made salty again? It is no longer good for anything, except to be thrown out and trampled under foot by men.
“You are the light of the world. A city set on a hill cannot be hidden; nor does anyone light a lamp and put it under a basket, but on the lampstand, and it gives light to all who are in the house. Let your light shine before men in such a way that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father who is in heaven.