THE GOOD OLE DAYS
There are three important events in our lives: where we’ve been, where we are and where we wind up. The second one is called reality; the other two are what we decide to make of them. Looking back, we have total control over recalling what pleases us as well as the power to weed out what we wish to forget or deny. Concocting a scenario that enables us bring up visions of comfort and kindness, the time we learned about love and friendship. Those days when we were content with less and appreciated our lot. Fruits tasted better, the air was cleaner and we can still smell Momma’s cooking.
Like we envision our yesteryears, we, each, create a personal idea of what our after life will be like. In Genesis we are told Moses went there. In Exodus it’s describe as a gate. Some refer to those Gates as being pearly where you meet the keeper who decides whether or not you enter, so be good for goodness’ sake.
In our present state of life, we are the product of choices, some ours, some those of others. The extent of our share of blessings greatly vary as does the pain and regrets. There’s no going back so we find contentment and reassurance in those castles in the sky that we’ve built in our imagination about the good ole days and heaven.
Remember the movie Gigi where Maurice Chevalier sang, “Thank God I’m Not Young Anymore?” In our recollections of the good ole days the sweet days of youth and love convince us in our imagination that it was the best of times. We recall how politicians really cared about the electorate, how bankers bent over backwards to grant loans to make our dreams come true and the neighbors always minded their own business. It was time of paradise on earth. Yes, they were truly the good ole days.
Like the cowboy sitting on the bull in the pen at the rodeo who knows he will definitely be tossed sooner or later once they burst out of the gates, we too are riding the bull of life hanging on to the last breath until that fateful moment when we get sent into the arms of that gate keeper above, believing with all our heart that the loving God will accept us into the promised land, despite our faults. So, remember, hang on to those personal visions of the past and the future. It’s your choice, so make the best of it.