I was about to turn three years old. My older brother was about four and a half. We were living in Austin, Texas at the time. Our mother had gone to a rodeo outside of town with some friends, and had taken us along. It was late spring and, while warm, not overly hot. When we arrived at the rodeo grounds, my brother and I were asleep in the back seat, so she decided to roll down the windows and let us finish our naps. She could see her car from the s
tands, so was not terribly concerned.
Some time later, a concerned voice came over the loudspeakers about a couple of blond-headed boys that had been found wandering back where the rodeo stock was kept. Could the parents please come claim them? Mom glanced over at her car, finding the back door wide open. My brother had awakened, got me up, and we’d gone off to find our mother, not knowing where we were headed.
Fortunately a couple of cowhands found us before we got into any of the animal pens. We were returned to a red-faced mother who looked like she’d had too much sun, although she’d been in the shade.
This story sort of reminds me of a passage found in Luke 2, where Christ has gone to Jerusalem with his parents for Passover. After they left for home, Mary and Joseph discovered the Boy wasn’t where they thought He was. Like my mother, they had not paid attention and lost sight of that which was precious to them.
Do I assume Christ will be where I left Him as I wander around, doing my own thing? Or do I risk waking up from a spiritual nap, not knowing where He is and “wander among the bulls”, oblivious to the danger? How important it is to constantly take care to make sure Christ is at our side, or, better yet, that we are constantly at His side.
May you have a wonderful, Christ-filled week! I'll be away from the computer for a few days. Y'all stay close to Him!
Dr. G
tands, so was not terribly concerned.Some time later, a concerned voice came over the loudspeakers about a couple of blond-headed boys that had been found wandering back where the rodeo stock was kept. Could the parents please come claim them? Mom glanced over at her car, finding the back door wide open. My brother had awakened, got me up, and we’d gone off to find our mother, not knowing where we were headed.
Fortunately a couple of cowhands found us before we got into any of the animal pens. We were returned to a red-faced mother who looked like she’d had too much sun, although she’d been in the shade.
This story sort of reminds me of a passage found in Luke 2, where Christ has gone to Jerusalem with his parents for Passover. After they left for home, Mary and Joseph discovered the Boy wasn’t where they thought He was. Like my mother, they had not paid attention and lost sight of that which was precious to them.
Do I assume Christ will be where I left Him as I wander around, doing my own thing? Or do I risk waking up from a spiritual nap, not knowing where He is and “wander among the bulls”, oblivious to the danger? How important it is to constantly take care to make sure Christ is at our side, or, better yet, that we are constantly at His side.
May you have a wonderful, Christ-filled week! I'll be away from the computer for a few days. Y'all stay close to Him!
Dr. G
2 comments:
Well said - I was challenged. I will look forward to reading your blogspot.
Courage.
Bienvenido, holamickey! Thanks for your note. It is encouraging to hear from readers. I will look yours up yet this evening. God Bless!
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