Old Cowbelle: Post-Easter Reflections
A middle aged friend of mine made the comment, "Youth is wasted on the young." His meaning was that, while the mind and body are young and strong, common sense is not always present.
No offense to all the young people that I dearly love, but there is a grain of truth in it. As we age, by the time we have our act together, truly realizing what is most important in life, and knowing how to go about using that knowledge for good (to ourselves and to those around us), much of our physical strength and vitality has lessened. And our days grow short. We say to ourselves, "Why didn't I figure this out when I was young?" However, that is not always true.
It's so heartwarming to observe the young people in our church, Our Savior's Lutheran, and all the activities they are involved in, for their own good and for the good of others. I believe we have a wonderful youth program that will stay with them even when they are out of school and taking on the challenges of life. When I was their age, we didn't have as many ways to "grow" spiritually as these young people do.
On Palm Sunday, we had our usual brunch, and the proceeds go to the youth "Mission trip." A group of the young people, with several adults, travel to some spot where they meet with many other groups, to repair, re-build, helping people less fortunate that we make life better for them. Included also are the daily spiritual "soul food" routines that, hopefully, will stay in their hearts forever.
So, to contradict myself, Youth is definitely NOT wasted on the young.
Soon, Confirmation Sunday will be here, and they will re-affirm the vows that were made for them by their sponsors at the time of their baptism. They will have had three years of "growing" in their faith, and ready to speak for themselves.
Another blessing, as Pastor John leads the "Kid's Time," children's service, it seems as though the crowd around him grows larger each Sunday. The little "sermons" are simple yet meaningful, good for the adults as well as the little ones.
When I see these kids trouping up to the front of the church, I ask a blessing on Pastor and these kids, but especially for the parents who care enough to bring them faithfully. It is the most valuable thing they can ever do for their children.
Even though, often when the children have been confirmed, they kind of go their own way, not as regular in their attendance, which is sad... But they carry in their hearts what they have been blessed with during these formative years, and it can never be taken away from them. They know the pathway we need to take that will lead us through this trip called life, to Eternity, because of the ultimate sacrifice Jesus made to pay our admittance.
Most often, when they grow up and have children of their own, they come back, realizing for themselves, that this is the most important thing that they can do for their children.
And the cycle goes on. Thank you, Lord!
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ALL FOR YOU AND ME
The thorns no longer pierce His brow
from the crown of thorns He wore.
His hands and feet no longer bleed
from the spikes He gladly bore!
And from His side no longer flows
the blood and water shed
when a sword was thrust into His side.
How painfully He bled!
Christ didn't die a quiet death,
in a calm and peaceful way.
He suffered untold agony,
nailed to the cross that day!
The pain He felt should let us know
how He suffered for our sins!
And make us sorry every day,
and give our lives to Him.
Christ didn't have to suffer so;
He did it out of love:
so you and me and everyone
can live with Him above!