When I was a child, I spoke and thought and reasoned as a child. But when I grew up, I put away childish things.  (1 Corinthians 13)

I am a fairly organized person ...and when I put things away, I usually know where to find them.  But, in reference to our past ...those things usually find us.

First, we are found searching for more meaning in life other than from the routine.  Spontaneity has its virtues, yet so does routine.  If we've truly felt we understand the meaning of life, that does not mean we are not prone to stumble. And that is where we are found.

Our past finds us ...especially when we are discontent with our present.  We don't look at struggles, challenges, and conflict as opportunities for growth and maturity.  We want comfort like we used to feel, when the new comfort we should know comes from our Lord.

The old comfort was inclusive of our safety and security ...and often lack of responsibility when we were young. We were like in our own Garden of Eden, and many of us felt all our needs were met by our parents.

That's a good feeling.

Yet, attached to those good feelings of childhood are not just the comforting parental guidance.  There are many other associations that come with that time.

So, if we just get drawn to good feelings, we may be aligning ourselves with things that we are not fully aware of ...nor of their impact upon possible influence upon our lives.

"None is good, save One, that is ...God."

Save One ...the One who saves.

Jesus is not in our imagination ...He came, He lived, and He died for our sins.  What authority do we have for that??  We have the Bible.

My dad never wrote much.  I was 500 miles away, at college.  Things were not looking too good, and I admit I was longing for home.  I received a letter from Dad, telling me how much he loved me.  It was not a very long letter, yet I cherish that letter ...and keep it in a special place. 

The Bible is a series of letters ...yet, often we say their is no other collection to verify any solid validity of it.  I know that letter I received in college was from my dad ...and there was no need for verification.  I know Dad loves me. 

I also know the Bible is the Word of God, and there is no skeptic who can convince me otherwise. And I know God loves us ...it is not just a letter to me, but to all.