These are the Good Old Days

These are the best of times. Styx

I have wonderful memories of the "good old days" as I grew up with a privileged childhood. Not that we had lots of money but we were middle class in America in the sixties and, in the history of the world, that's pretty rich. The richest things of all that I have from those days are my memories of growing up in a suburb of Seattle. I remember all of us kids splashing through the rain in black goulashes and yellow raincoats on our way to Benjamin Franklin Elementary School.

As I recall, I carried a spiffy Lost In Space lunch box with a genuine insulated glass thermos. I took swimming lessons in Lake Washington, road on a ferry boat to Canada, collected seashells on the shores of the Pacific, and rode an elevator to the top of the Space Needle. It was cool, cool, cool.

My summer days were spent in a neighborhood filled with kids. We would go from house to house with our baseball bats and mitts until we had enough kids for a game. Then we played outside all day because we had only four channels on our inside black and white televisions, (not to mention having no air conditioning and no electronic games). Besides, my Mom and the other kids' moms didn't want us lying around the house all day anyway. So we played outside for hours on end, blissfully unaware of the ultraviolet radiation from that dangerous, dangerous sunshine.

But, as good as those times were, they were not the best thing about those good old days. The best was that my Mom and Dad were Christians. They forced us to go to Sunday worship (twice!), plus Sunday School and Wednesday night prayer meeting EVERY SINGLE WEEK! Mom read to us from a Bible story book and listened to our prayers every night. And, we grew up safe and secure in the knowledge that God and Jesus loved us.

I didn't know it then, but I know it now: I was the richest kid in the world. And, the really neat thing is that now I am even richer because I have a wonderful Christian wife and three beautiful Christian kids whom we forced to go to Sunday worship (twice!) plus Sunday School and Wednesday night Bible classes. And we read to them from the Bible and said our prayers together each night before we went to bed. 

And, I realize now that these really are the best of times. How about you? If you have missed out on the good old days of the past, then why not do something about the rest of your days? You can, you know, if you choose to.

Moreover, when God gives any man wealth and possessions, and enables him to enjoy them, to accept his lot and be happy in his work - this is a gift of God. He seldom reflects on the days of his life, because God keeps him occupied with gladness of heart. Ecclesiastes 5:19-20, NIV