While standing on the back porch of my nephew’s house, I look out over the confluence of the Allagash and St John Rivers. Old memories come to life. I can see us as kids swimming in that water hole between Gardner and Hog Island. There we are wading over to attack the Wehrmacht with our wooden and plastic guns. The dogs that always follow us are taken downstream by the current and come to shore some distance away. Another has us returning from a camping trip with our sleeping bags and blankets because the night is too long and the ground too hard. Then my mind sees us skiing down the river bank and speeding out onto the ice, unstrapping our skis and trekking through the snow back to shore.
If only the kid could look up and see that old man standing on that porch, looking down. No, that’s not possible. They are only memories of days long gone.
If I live long enough, what will be my memories of my present days? I ask that because what we do now will become a memory. Let’s practice good memory- making.
Acts 10:38
…how God anointed Jesus of Nazareth with the Holy Spirit and with power, who went about doing good and healing all who were oppressed by the devil, for God was with Him.
Let us imitate Him and do good things with the time and gifts He has given us.
Think about it.
Gary