Jaguar
My dad had a great love of cars and after moving to the Seattle area he bought a 1960 Toyota four door sedan. My older brother and my dad decided foreign cars were more interesting than the offerings of Detroit; my dad was all about mileage, my brother got into sports cars. My brother decided to get married and offered to sell me his Jaguar XKE convertible. I bought it; cars don’t get better than a Jaguar. I drove the car for four years. I moved to California for a couple years and it was there I sold it to the dealer in Santa Rosa. The valves were burned and I had no way money for that. I recently looked at a Jaguar XK8, nice car reasonably priced. Used Jaguars were always a lot of bang for the buck. Reliving your youth isn’t something I’ve given much thought to. I see older men driving new models of what they probably drove forty years ago. I’ve always thought: who does that? Reliving the past isn’t something I want to do; too much stupidity and waste I would just as soon forget. What the Jaguar did was fool me into thinking I was all the things I wasn’t- successful, sexy, special, going somewhere. Life sometimes humbles you and you find yourself right back where you started from. But now it’s OK. I don’t get my worth from cars or anything else in this world. It’s the fact that Jesus Christ died for me that gives me unfathomable worth. Making a wreck His treasure is something I just don’t understand. My parents prayed for me as they did all their kids. The Bible says that more things are wrought by prayer than we know. So it’s best to pray for our children and grandchildren and if opportunity arises to testify of the love of Jesus Christ. It’s becoming increasingly difficult to not be deceived. Children are bombarded with deceptive saviors. Super heroes abound; they have many choices. Instead of reliving the good old days I’m thinking of taking the short time I have to influence my grandchildren for Christ.