Ecclesiastes chapter 3 starts, “To everything there is a season, A time for every purpose under heaven:” It is verse six I want to mention, it says: “A time to gain, And a time to lose; A time to keep, And a time to throw away.”
It is not easy to move on after a loved one dies and you take out letters written in their own hand to read, or a relationship ends and you try to put your life back the way it was before that person was included in your everyday life and thoughts. But the time comes you have to clean out and throw away the garbage and leftovers of your life. I will confess I have not thrown away the letters in the gold box as yet, I probably never will. In going through some things before my parents died I found a little box that was tucked into the back of my closet and in it were several treasures. One was a beautifully hand knitted red sweater that my Dad’s mother had made for me when I was about 12 months old, there are pictures of me wearing it. It is in excellent shape, no holes only two missing buttons and a little worn around the edges of the sleeve, the remaining white pearl button is still shining bright. Then something caught my attention, it was two fragile sticks that had red yarn woven in and around to form a crude type of “dream catcher“, at least that was my best guess. There was a yellowed piece of notepaper under it, with my handwriting, so I took it over to the window because the letter written with a pencil was very faded, it read: “Dear Mimi, Auntie and Pobbie, I have builded this stick for you. I am happy to give it to you for Mother’s Day. Mother writted the note I builded the thing. Dear Mimi I love you,” and it was signed “Feel Facer”. I know that doesn’t mean a thing to you, but it was a note I had written for “Dr. Ara” before he learned to write or obviously use good grammar! I took great pleasure in reading it and then reading it to my parents and then of course, I read it to the good Doctor himself.
We look at things like that and, at least I do, miss the child that wrote it, made it, the little boy who played with Match Box cars for hours, wore super hero capes and slept peacefully at night with no cares or worries. In our faith walk, we start out that way, not using the “spiritual” terms that others might use, being over zealous, taking things a bit too far, making people run when they see us coming with our New Testament, but then we begin to grow in the Lord, as we grow physically and learn more of Him and His ways.
But here is where I wish that instead of being mature and bored with new Christians, we could keep a little of the enthusiasm that is tempered with wisdom, in our daily walk. I watched my grown son sitting cross-legged on his granddaddy’s bed reading that little note, and he was happy to see it and then he examined the sticks with the yarn carefully, but when he got ready to go home, he handed the note and the stick back to me for safe keeping, he has grown up and doesn’t need to keep the reminder of his “childish” days.
1 Cor. 13:11 When I was a child, I talked like a child; I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me.
I can imagine that when we are new to the faith God loves us and smiles at our ignorance, but after a while, He expects us to quit messing in our pants! I learned long ago that if I had a question I ask and He answers. Put away the childish things that bring you down or remind you of “the old days” which usually only causes you heartache and sometimes gets you into trouble!