The Good ole days

I miss the good ole days. One day, these days will be the good ole days.

 

Ecclesiastes 7:10

Do not say,"Why were the old days better than these?" For it is not wise to ask such questions. (NIV)

 

In some ways, I am nostalgic about some parts of the past. But the past had some awful stuff about it: I remember seeing "Whites Only" sign when i visited my mom's family in southern VA.

Maybe these will be the good ol' days at some point, but it will be because the future days are that much worse.

 

I look at the good old days this way. God ordained when we were to be born and when we are appointed to die. I am living in the exact era that I should be. Each decade has its own problems and challanges.

Everyone ponders the good old days. Anyone here really want to be alive during the Civil War? How about a wagon across the plains and Rockies going to California? Think about the real dangers faced by these people. Think about no electricity, air conditioning, etc. Most would not have lasted as long. Think of simple things like some people never took a bath, or sometimes, in the best of circumstances, once a week.

One might say, well back then, the churches were packed. Why is that? An abiding faith in the Lord Jesus? I submit, no. They were there because there was nothing else to do and that was their entertainment.

Did you really want to live back then and have a major medical problem?

Good old days, no thanks. This is where God put me, and am thankful to be here.

 

The "good old days" refers more to our attitude about life than conditions. Living through the 30's we can talk about starvation, labour all day for a meal and a roof over our head, "stealing" our way of travel on a train, or walking. On the other hand, we enjoyed good fellowship and our families were close. In the 40's we had five years of bloody war with literally thousands being killed. I London alone we had 7 months of day and night bombings, shelter in the tube and the odd meal. Still, we had many times of joy. I even threw stones at a German bomber plane as it flew too low (I was a teen at the time). Don't know if we hit it cos we jumped in a hole and covered our heads. A proper hell, if I may, but still the "good old days" in our memories.

I confess that I find worse times now than back then, but I wouldn't trade either. I live one day at a time. I start each day with the prayer: :"This IS the day the LORD has made, and I WILL rejoice and be glad in IT."

Attitude, I think, is everything in life now and back then......"The good old days".

Cheers,

Jim

 

Nice response Jim....I am quite a bit younger than you, but I do not particularly pine for the good ol days......it was perfectly hideous as I went through decades of mental health difficulties...

.....I too on awakening thank the good Lord for a bran nue day.....as I certainly tried NOT to have more days...:godisgood: