This week, as school ends and summer vacations begin, I’m thinking of my boyhood summer days. How I pine for those carefree days now.
One of my memories, is going to Vacation Bible School. We lived on a farm and the church was a little over a mile away. Mom packed my lunch, drove me to the church, dropped me off, and there I was not knowing anyone.
I’m certain my teachers had to tell me to pay attention more than once, but I know I learned about Jesus and His unwavering love for me. That experience and so many other Jesus encounters made Him part of my DNA. Maybe it would be better said, that I became part of His DNA. After all, I am a son of the Most High God!
At VBS, I not only learned about Jesus, it was there I gave my first sermon. At the end of the week, there was a parent program and I recited Psalm 23.
During recess, I learned how to play work-up softball. Usually, I didn’t work-up. J Most of my time was spent in the lonely right field. That didn’t bother me, because soon the day would be over and I would be able to walk home.
Now if you’re a nine year old boy, walking over a mile along a gravel road to get home is no big deal. As a matter of fact, it was fun. Once in a while, I would scare up a pheasant, pick pink wild roses for my Mom, and even collect tadpoles in the Tupperware bowl that once held my sandwich. It’s a wonder I didn’t drown in the road ditch!
When I got home, the roses went to Mom and the tadpoles to the cow water tank. There I would, day by day, watch them change from who they were to who they would become….a frog. The process was fascinating to a little boy. I even had the foresight to float a 2x4 in the water for the frogs to get on and eventually jump over the side of the tank to freedom.
Life is like those little tadpoles. It is always changing. Who are you changing into….a son or a daughter of the Most High God?
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