I recall being three years old and standing on the seat of that brand new 1955 GMC pickup. Dad had just purchased his first new vehicle and the dealership was tanking it up for free. My other seven siblings must have been home at the time, and they had only brought the brat. In reality, trucks were much smaller in those days and more than three individuals would be a tight-fit in that cab. The column had a three-speed forward and reverse gear and my mom could handle that as well as Dad.
I’m examining that event sixty-six years later. That truck was for work, for getting necessary things for the home, and for pleasure. It was utilitarian. Except for the 5 ½ Evinrude outboard motor and the Homelite chainsaw, that was it for gas engines at our place.
People die and life takes you from childhood to the nursing home at breakneck speed. There is a message in this essay about today:
But exhort one another every day, as long as it is called “today,” that none of you may be hardened by the deceitfulness of sin.
Machines change, people change, and values change. But in this world, there is one constant:
Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever.
Give it some thought.
Gary