TRP Bandits Are the Worst! – Part 1
But whatever things were gain to me, those things I have counted as loss for the sake of Christ. More than that, I count all things to be loss in view of the surpassing value of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and count them but rubbish so that I may gain Christ [Philippians 3:7-8].
I’m taking a stroll down Nostalgia Avenue right now. Way back in the day, oh, sometime not long after the Civil War, I used to save Tootsie Roll Pops. I had this humongous collection of them—well, it was humongous back then. I was only around first grade age.
Anyway, I really was proud of this fantastic collection of such a fine source of sugar. It made me proud. I couldn’t be separated from a single one of my Tootsie Roll Pops, no, not even to pay for protection against bullies.
Well, maybe I spoke a little too assertively there. I could too be separated from one, no, scratch that, from practically all of my precious Tootsie Roll Pops. All it took was one of my older brothers to pilfer them when I wasn’t looking.
He was clever at it too. He didn’t slither in behind my back and snatch the entire box of TRPs. He simply “borrowed” one at a time and ate it. When he wanted another, he put on a repeat performance, an encore from his standpoint. When I noticed my collection was a bit undersized, he simply played dumb and suggested I must have eaten it myself.
This didn’t fool me one bit! But I didn’t have any proof, so all I could do was whine about it. Before long, though, there weren’t many TRPs left to filch, so big bro couldn’t conceal his crime any longer. The jig was up. The cat was out of the bag. His dirty deed was exposed and proclaimed aloud from the rooftops. If only we could’ve constructed a pillory…
Yes, I know. Loss of Tootsie Roll Pops isn’t life-threatening. Prisons aren’t built to house TRP thieves. Gallows aren’t employed for their use. The gas chamber and electric chair have no connection with them either. But when you’re very young…
Tell me you can’t relate to my predicament. Betcha can’t! You know full well what I went through, don’t you? You have your very own suchlike experiences and rue the day of each one. If only we hadn’t been born on those days!
But we were, and they served a useful purpose. Methinks they afforded us valuable education in maturity. We learned to prioritize what is really important and what isn’t, what deserves a “Yikes!” and what deserves a “Ho hum.”
This part of maturing, of growing up, has its counterpart in the spiritual realm too. The Apostle Paul had a thing or two to say about the subject, as we can ascertain from the Bible verses quoted to kickoff this study.
But we must needs pause awhile. We will continue the study on the morrow. Enjoy time with the Lord Jesus now. I’ll see you later.
To further research this issue, I direct you to my book Numbers: Volume 4 of Heavenly Citizens in Earthly Shoes. To purchase my books please go to:
http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B005PJ761C
https://sites.google.com/site/heavenl...
I’m taking a stroll down Nostalgia Avenue right now. Way back in the day, oh, sometime not long after the Civil War, I used to save Tootsie Roll Pops. I had this humongous collection of them—well, it was humongous back then. I was only around first grade age.
Anyway, I really was proud of this fantastic collection of such a fine source of sugar. It made me proud. I couldn’t be separated from a single one of my Tootsie Roll Pops, no, not even to pay for protection against bullies.
Well, maybe I spoke a little too assertively there. I could too be separated from one, no, scratch that, from practically all of my precious Tootsie Roll Pops. All it took was one of my older brothers to pilfer them when I wasn’t looking.
He was clever at it too. He didn’t slither in behind my back and snatch the entire box of TRPs. He simply “borrowed” one at a time and ate it. When he wanted another, he put on a repeat performance, an encore from his standpoint. When I noticed my collection was a bit undersized, he simply played dumb and suggested I must have eaten it myself.
This didn’t fool me one bit! But I didn’t have any proof, so all I could do was whine about it. Before long, though, there weren’t many TRPs left to filch, so big bro couldn’t conceal his crime any longer. The jig was up. The cat was out of the bag. His dirty deed was exposed and proclaimed aloud from the rooftops. If only we could’ve constructed a pillory…
Yes, I know. Loss of Tootsie Roll Pops isn’t life-threatening. Prisons aren’t built to house TRP thieves. Gallows aren’t employed for their use. The gas chamber and electric chair have no connection with them either. But when you’re very young…
Tell me you can’t relate to my predicament. Betcha can’t! You know full well what I went through, don’t you? You have your very own suchlike experiences and rue the day of each one. If only we hadn’t been born on those days!
But we were, and they served a useful purpose. Methinks they afforded us valuable education in maturity. We learned to prioritize what is really important and what isn’t, what deserves a “Yikes!” and what deserves a “Ho hum.”
This part of maturing, of growing up, has its counterpart in the spiritual realm too. The Apostle Paul had a thing or two to say about the subject, as we can ascertain from the Bible verses quoted to kickoff this study.
But we must needs pause awhile. We will continue the study on the morrow. Enjoy time with the Lord Jesus now. I’ll see you later.
To further research this issue, I direct you to my book Numbers: Volume 4 of Heavenly Citizens in Earthly Shoes. To purchase my books please go to:
http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B005PJ761C
https://sites.google.com/site/heavenl...
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