What's It Worth II

My Grandfather was a tall red-haired man that most often seemed to have a purpose. He was always going some place, always doing some thing. Even when he wasn't doing anything he was doing something. Some people are like that. His main occupation was with husbandry, or as we call it today--farming. The amount of changes he must have seen in his lifetime.

Born in March of 1898, he passed away in March of 1992, and as some have said it isn't the beginning nor the end that makes the difference, it's the dash in the middle. He was the second son of Samuel and Oda Mae Magill, born at home as was the custom in his day, he grew to manhood in a time of hard work, as well as many hardships. There wasn't much time to be idle in those days, not that they didn't have time for getting together, but their time was always occupied.

He met and married Margret Arena Coe, they had three children, one son and two girls. They lived through the depression raising their children in those perilous times.  Grandpa told of digging a basement for a quarter. Back in that day there wasn't any fancy equipment--only a team of horses, a wagon, and a shovel--for a quarter.

What's a day worth to this generation? What's a quarter worth today? Many things seem cheap in this day and age. When there are 3,288 abortions per day, or 137 per hour, 9 every four minutes, or 1 every twenty-six seconds. Life is cheap. That's just abortions. What about children? The ones that make it into this world? We need to stop rushing madly in all directions and step back...and take a look at what we're doing.

There was a time when parents both were home taking care of their ground, their homes, their families. Of course that was so long ago most have forgotten that time ever existed. With modernization people left that lifestyle behind. We now have more things, but what have we traded for it? We have more things, but less time, or as someone has put it: we are so busy trying to make make a living, we don't have time to live our life.

I remember as a child growing up we did work hard, but it was a work we enjoyed. We enjoyed working together, and when our work was done we would often take a time to play a game or two before commencing our evening chores. Sometimes on occasions we would play games in the evening as a family.

So, then, what's a day worth to you? What's your life worth to you? Are you living it? Some folks think that 'living it up' is really living, but in reality following God's plan makes time worth while. When you become serious about 'living the good life', that's where to invest. Instead of trying to 'do it your way', do it God's way. Heaven--that makes it all worth while. Hallelujah! What a Savior!