Post by sharingtheriches on Nov 10, 2019 22:44:57 GMT -5
Gene ... although I like your post ... I suppose because I wish love were in fact never "missing" in the truth ... I found it to be MISSING.
I was reared in the truth as a foster child - not of my own choice, but because a professing family came and took my twin and I from the orphanage while we were
1 1/2 yrs old.
We became the proverbial " ... red headed step children!"
We had two "cousins" (strictly by foster child connection) that we paled around with at meetings and convention.
We went to stay all night with them one summer, and when they ate supper their Dad made my brother and I go outside while they ate supper. We received no food.
We knew where we stood with this whole family right then and there!
Another time my foster Dad, an exworker, was driving a farm tractor cultivating some soybeans. He always made my twin and I ride on each fender and our job was to pick up rocks and carry them out of the field and pull out weeds; milkweed, thistles, etc.
This particular day my brother was not there ... just my Dad and I.
We trudged along on that tractor in the hot breeze. It was BORING. Heat wafted up across my face from the engine of the tractor. I was yawning, tears streamed down my face, andI was dozing off.
All of a sudden, with no warning, my foster Dad slammed the clutch to the floor! With the cultivators in the ground, when you push the clutch in, the tractor stops AT ONCE!!! I mean INSTANTLY!
When that tractor came to a sudden, jolting, STOP ... my body kept on going.
I fell head first down into the cultivators! Those cultivators were made of solid iron! It hurt me past words.
Had my head hit one of the discs it would have sliced my head open like a watermelon!
I pulled myself out, crying of course, my shoulders took the brunt of the hit so my shoulders hurt so bad I couldn't lift my arms.
My foster Dad had this sick expression on his face ... I KNEW he did it on purpose.
Love certainly was completely absent there ... especially when he yelled at me:
"You go over and stand at the edge of the woods you ol' brute ... while I make another round ... when I get back if you fall asleep on the tractor again you'll get a boot in your hind end!"
The other day I was listening to a CD of hymns sang by Alan Jackson. I'd heard the title of the hymn LOVE LIFTED ME ... had heard of the title; but, had never actually heard it sung by anyone.
As I listened to that song ... I thought that's what was missing in my youth
- LOVE!
He must have! He’s driving big semi’s not riding the fenders! 👍🏻