Wednesday, September 12, 2018

the last sleep out of summer
















Although we still have another week to go until summer officially ends, growing up Labor Day meant the end of summer, and the beginning of fall, and the school year.  On our street many summer nights were spent sleeping out in each others tents, spending our 15 cents on candy to get us through the night, filling our canteens with water from the hose, and grabbing a comic book or two, that never got read.  It was Joey’s big four man tent  you could stand in, as opposed to the pup tent with no floor we started out in.  We graduated up to a tent with a floor and screens, but Joey’s was deluxe, with even a Coleman lantern to keep us lit up late at night.  A big deal for me sleeping with the older guys, all of three years older, but teenagers.  It was during these sleep outs that we would discuss important subjects such as who would you pick, Betty or Veronica?  Was the new Schwinn Varsity 10 speed worth $66.95?  The big guys talked of learning to shave, Beatle haircuts and which after shave had the best aroma.  What new TV shows would soon be on, we were tired of reruns, how that would change in later years, and did anyone notice the new girl Judy-WOW!  It was times like this that went far into the night many times, trying to stay up all night, but never quite making it.  But the last sleep out of summer meant that summer was coming to an end, somehow it didn’t work with a school schedule, football games on weekends, and the nights getting longer and colder, the days shorter and cooler.  That last night was going to have to last all through the next school year, with each year learning the next would be different as we were all growing older, just not up.  Girls and soon cars would occupy our conversations, but nothing would ever beat those summer nights, out of the house and on our own, sleeping in Joey’s backyard.  Looking back it was more fun being a kid than looking forward to becoming a grownup.  I wonder, do kids today still wonder who they would choose, Betty or Veronica?  Do they even know who they are?  Schwinn went out of business years ago, and 15 cents no longer buys three candy bars.  The stories of back then seem made up to our kids and grandkids today....what marks the end of their summer?
The transition to becoming a Christian can be a tough one.  Suddenly faced with a new set of rules to live by, a new set of friends to share them with, and a past you have to lave behind.  It is an exciting time, learning about Jesus, seeing the Bible come alive, and having our minds regenerated.  We are justified by faith, but not sure of what it means, our hearts are changing, but our minds seem to be slow adapting.  The temptations of the old life loom larger, things we enjoyed now we see as sin, and it seems other believers are quick to advise us how to live.  Pointing out our sin, while neglecting their own.  Scripture calls it being unable to see the log in your own eye while trying to remove a splinter from another.  We all mean well, but it doesn’t always come out that way.  But when something ends, with God it means a new beginning, and walking with him is exciting.  It goes far beyond the laws and rules of denominations, of the thou shalt not religion, it is based on freedom in the spirit.  Or as it was so aptly put, the only way to not break any laws is to have no laws.  We find that Abraham was a friend with God long before the law, and we can long after the law.  God calls it grace, which cannot be earned as it is a gift from him when saved.  But when we accept the peace he gives, and grow in his grace, we look ahead instead of behind.
Yet today I meet Christian men, some who have been so for many years, still clinging to their old lives.  Their summer of sin has ended, but they don’t embrace God in the new season he has given them.  Puffed up with knowledge, they carry on behind closed doors, the double minded man James refers to, one life at church, another at work, and still another at home.  Even for us older fast guys, it is difficult to be three places at once!  They neglect that the spirit has given them a new birth, they are new creatures, and the old one has passed away.  They are the ones going back for one last summer sleep out, thinking it will be just as it was, but finding it never can be.  With some even lying to themselves about how great the reunion was....but miserable inside.  Ever go through this, the way back is not more study, more prayer, or even more church.  We need to stop and go back to when we first met Jesus, when his peace filled us and we were excited about him.  Go back and remember the things God has promised and expect him to be faithful, when we aren’t.  Remember how we all once vowed we would never sin again, then did, and over and over again making excuses, but feeling miserable?  All the time looking at ourselves, failing to remember that it is not based on us, but on Jesus.  This where justification comes in, and we let God be God, my standing with God does not depend on me, but on him, and somehow he does it.  Love truly covers a multitude of sins, and we can live in freedom with Jesus.  Maybe a daily occurrence for some, sin will always be available, but so will the spirit to guide us, comfort us, and provide for us.  Just like the last sleep out of summer, we have a new season ahead of us, where the older guys go to junior high, and we go to fifth grade.  Where the horror stories of changing classes, multiple teachers and dressing for gym scare us, but when we look at who has gone ahead, we can have faith to also.  In Christ we have a reason to look ahead, and we aren’t alone.  For he who saved us will never abandon us, nor forsake us for another.  If only my old sleep over friends were so accommodating.  Justification sounds like so much work, yet it is all about Jesus doing it in us, we cannot do it ourselves. 
Paul reminds us that we are not to think like kids anymore, since we are to grow in God’s grace.  We are to put off childish thoughts, and I agree.  But for one last night before I get too old, I would like to pitch a tent in the backyard, maybe on Labor Day, and invite a few friends over for the night.  Remember childhoods, but focus on Jesus.  I’m sure the talk will be different, but one question will remain, Betty or Veronica?  Summer sleep outs don’t answer all the questions, they just prolong the answers.  No matter our age, there will always be a bit of Archie in us, I wonder what stories he tells his grandkids?  Oh for just one more night in the tent....
love with compassion,
Mike
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