Ice Cream Socials

 

Do you remember the ways of the past? Nowhere was heard a discouraging word. That could be read now here was heard a discouraging word. Space makes a difference. Remember when we went to ice cream socials? I don't. I have never, ever been to one, but I do recall the innocence of years gone by. Everyone meant well. We were well. There was no high fructose corn syrup and no war. Well, there was war. Do I see those days the way they were or the way I was? Today's world seems darker and when Jesus appears in the sky I won't even be surprised. Now here this. Now hear this. 

I haven't posted my own words in a long time. I have given you songs I love and the words of life, Bible verses, as they come to me. What stories would I tell anymore? Tales of spies who save the world? All their conniving hasn't saved us yet. One country is up, then another is down, then up again. On and on the brotherhood of man wastes our time here. We have one God. No other. We have one purpose. No other. Meet me at the sunrise where we will stand shoulder to shoulder and watch the sky and pray for God's mercy.