When I was growing up, there were two boys who lived up the street that I was at least mildly jealous of. They were from two different and unrelated families, but their circumstances were similar, such that I was envious of both.
My parents loved us (my siblings and me) and provided as best they could, but we were not affluent by any stretch. Our home was a solid Bible believing home and we had rules and consequences. I knew deeply that my father loved me, and on more than one occasion I felt the ‘rod of discipline.’
The boys up the street also lived in homes with parents who loved them, however, the environment was a bit different… It was the environment that at times made me jealous.
Most glaring was the number and types of toys they each had. Who doesn’t want a motorcycle? And toys to no end? They always had the newest, coolest goodies.
Besides the toys, they got to do just about whatever they wanted. Oh, there were rules, but they knew, no matter what, that if they broke the rules, their dads (and moms) would let it slide, or even take up for them before whatever authority. Problems at school? Not to worry! It was a classmate’s fault, or the teacher’s fault… If the principal imposed consequences, the parents would make life into ‘easy street.’
There were no curfews. No real restrictions. Free access to vehicles, etc…
Yep, they sure had it made.
Or so I thought… Continue reading →