We are moving toward the middle of July in this summer of 2013 and I am thinking of summer days when I was growing up. Time for just being a boy. Whittier’s poem came to mind. Part of it these familiar words.
“Blessings on thee, little man,
Barefoot boy with cheek of tan!
With thy turned-up pantaloons,
And thy merry whistled tunes.
. . .Oh for boyhood’s painless play,
Sleep that wakes in laughing day,
Health that mocks the doctor’s rules,
Knowledge never learned in schools
. . .Cheerily, then, my little man,
Live and laugh, as boyhood can”.
Now I find life is not like that. Here is a Digest article about the 100 must trusted people, and I see few on that list that really seem all that trustworthy, (Not even the pope made this list).
E.H.Peterson in his “Running with horses” writes, “why do so many people live so badly, not so wickedly, but inanely? There is little to admire and less to imitate in the people who are prominent in our culture” pg.11.
I turn to the Bible, and see no heroes as such. Each life is separate, and the Christian lives quietly, serving his God in the corner where he is planted, without notice, paying no attention to trying to get attention, but doing his daily life in love to God and to his fellow man, and really being a “light in the world”.
Luther said the world is full of such people. They belong to the congregation of God and to them, he writes, “I belong”.
Ah, for that let us work, seek, find, and in Christ, rejoice because there are God’s children, of whom I am One by His grace.