Pittsburgh was a sports town back in the days when John Henry Johnson ran touchdowns for the Steelers. He was an upright runner but had a lot of leg movement and was hard to corral and bring down. I remember that in spite of J.H.J. the team stunk up the field weekly and my Father said to play the Steelers was like taking candy from a baby.
The Pirates on the other hand were winners back then and thanks to auntie we went to five different games the year Clemente and “the deacon,” Vernon Law beat the Yankees in the series. We sat in the left field bleachers. I was just starting to understand the sports. At age eight or nine, it was really all about the thrill of doing and seeing new things, winning and losing didn’t matter a lot yet. We swam in the McGee pool late morning, girls went first and then the boys had their period for about a half hour each, I never knew why times were divided and was annoyed with having to wait. I didn’t grasp intricacies yet back then.
I knew of two religions, Catholic and Public and everybody belonged to one or the other. The neighbor kids in Greenfield went to Public School which meant they were going to hell when they died. In these days I discovered that chicken was a bird and steak was a chunk of a cow and a baseball was rolled up string with a cover; all major connections. So, one day my uncle took the Lord’s name in vain, shocking my pants off. At Catholic School we were taught that such expressions were “mortal sins” and also that the practitioners must go to confession because if they die with that kind of sin on their soul, they too would go straight to hell.
heart-wish query became a snare many times, however, because most things shirk figuring and I still cannot grasp most of it. Many times I gave up trying and this led to emptiness that ate up a lot of my future, disturbing my ability for social continuity which is desperately needed in our world. These black-hole moments waxed into years and resulted in non-reflection and living for today; for tomorrow I die.The King, Solomon attempted to know the world through wisdom’s eye as he empirically examined good, bad, and even insane stuff. It all brought him to the discovery of “vanity,” and “all is vanity,” and that finding out things brings sorrow instead of the expected joy. Why, because we discover that all of our “progress” has taken us in a circle? Yes, we must be delivered of this insatiable curiosity in order for healing to occur.
their chances. The empiricist looks to externals and experiences to perceive by sense evaluation; the rationalist intuits information with a belief that he has an innate resource of knowledge that makes itself known at certain times. But with both, the bed is too short and covering too narrow, so to speak. Whatever discoveries that are made through these natural efforts never reach the ultimate truth.
frankly, “I found it,” the day I received Jesus into my life; remember the billboard? When God said, “My people fail for lack of
knowledge,” He meant that they lacked the mind of Christ not just how to build a house.
influence. Nevertheless, Paul wrote, I want to know as also I am known (by God) and I want to know Him, (The Christ). I’d rather have Jesus than anything this world affords today. The only knowledge worth having is of another kind and is past finding out unless revealed by Him. Love ya