Small Town, U.S.A.

“I come from this really small town… where everything was la-di-da and normal.”

Miley Cyrus

In the small town that I am privileged to call home, most everything is normal.

We normally worship with the church on Sunday.

We normally go about our business the rest of the week.

We normally don’t make headlines for things that decent people normally don’t talk about.

We normally help out our neighbors when they need the help.

We normally fill the school auditorium and gym to support our kids.

We normally go to Bible study on Wednesdays.

We normally keep our word.

We normally pray in public, even at school events, because the normal people in this la-di-da town have read both the Bible and the Constitution.

We normally look after our widows.

We normally honor one another.

We normally like each other.

We normally pray for one another.

We normally believe in Hell, so we try not to live a life that will get us there.

We normally believe in Heaven, and are making plans to go, by the grace of God.

We normally mind our own business.

Recently, I visited a big city – they have everything. They have hookah shops and voodoo shops and people that sleep on the street in broad daylight. They have bars and fine restaurants and the smell of raw sewage in the air. They have pictures of naked people on display on their sidewalks – right out in the open… where their kids can see. They have a lot of sorrow, from what I can see, but at least they live in a place that is not all “la-di-da” and normal.

Did I mention that we normally go to worship on Sundays in the small town that I am privileged to live in?

“Who is wise? Let them realize these things. Who is discerning? Let them understand. The ways of the Lord are right; the righteous walk in them, but the rebellious stumble in them.”

Hosea 14:9, NIV