Two teenage boys sat, parked in the middle of a one-way bridge that spanned the Allagash River. We were drinking beer and watching the sun come up. Our conversation was about life. What did we know? Our theory was that we had a handle on our existence. What we didn’t know was that life had a handle on us. He’s gone now, along with over five decades of uninterrupted time. The one left from that scene doesn’t look the same, think the same, watch the sun come up or even drink beer.
Probably this narrative is best described in Scripture:
When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things.
We made it through those dangerous years of our youth and both came to believe there was a God. How did that happen? I can only attribute it to one profound principle.
For by grace you have been saved through faith, and that not of yourselves; it is the gift of God, not of works, lest anyone should boast.
Give it some thought.
Gary