This past weekend I listened to a sermon that talked about the good old days. How many of us have said that to ourselves or to a friend or relative? “I wish we could go back to the good old days.” I’ve said it myself numerous times. On this occasion however it hit me different. The good old days, or at least the way we saw the good old days… are gone. We can never go back and relive the lives we had. We can’t turn back the clock and un-experience a life time. God didn’t design it that way. Our lives are the sum of those experiences we had back in the good old days. The reason that we can’t go back and the reason I think God designed it that way is to pass on our good old days to our children, our grandchildren, our nieces and nephews, and all the younger generations growing up behind us.

Just think about this for a moment…were the good old days in the past, times where you didn’t have a care in the world? Time’s that you didn’t have responsibilities? Time’s you had someone looking out for you and making sure you were having the time of your life?

I think far too many of us have spent the majority of our lives trying to live “the good old days”, instead of making sure others have theirs. In the world we live in now, it is especially important to remind ourselves that we are the ones making the good old days for those younger generations. Our responsibility is with God and making sure we leave this world in a better place than we found it…that we leave our mark on the earth and let someone know we cared, we loved, and that God loves them.

We are all the same, you and I. Underneath it all we are all just skin and bone. Let us remember we are all different, but we are all children of God. Let that be the light that drives out all the darkness in the world. Let us come together in the grace and peace of God to turn the tide of hate and wash the world clean in the waters of love.