Why does my imagination cause me to journey back so many times into my youth? Let me give you some answers. Many people I love and who love me are still there. My environment is safe and I can trust my friends. I have little responsibility and work isn’t demanding. I didn’t know that while I had it easy so many didn’t. Swimming the Allagash River in high water felt like winning gold in the summer Olympics. Games were for fun and I wasn’t the best, but I wasn’t the worse. My brothers and sisters are still home and the old house is still standing. Old age was only a theory, and if it did happen, it happened to others. I knew very little about loss.
The Bible is clear about moving on; however, memories are a drag on that endeavor. Busy seems to be the only cure.
And He said to them, “Why did you seek Me? Did you not know that I must be about My Father’s business?”
Jesus said to him, “No one who puts his hand to the plow and looks back is fit for the kingdom of God.”
Grab that plow by both handles. Take aim and consider the mule’s tail as the rear sight and his two ears as the front sight. Keep it straight until you get to the end.
Give it some thought.
Gary