Though a child is shaped by his parents, siblings, friends, school, religion, and other societal factors, no foundation laid by mankind in a child is immutable. Some are replaced or altered by society as a child grows. However, Almighty God remains the ultimate authority over the course of each individual as dictated by the course a person chooses to take. Though we all go astray due to our will, He lays His own foundations.
When my grandparents wanted to talk to my Mom, instead of coming to our door and knocking, they would bang on a water pipe. I found that frightful too.
Also, my Mom was a heavy smoker and decades later I learned that second hand smoke could knock out some vitamin Bs in others who were around that did not smoke.
But I think I was born a little edgy. When I was real young I remember my Dad laying in bed and my Mom flopping down next to him and saying, “were broke.” I cried. I thought I would soon see my parents’ legs, arms, hands, fingers break off and their body break in pieces!
The Spirit World
Now I want to interject something to make a point. You might disagree with me at first, but please search the Holy Scriptures on this.
Behind all that I have said so far in this account is the realm of the spirit world.
In Psalm 22 verse 3 we read, “But thou art holy, O thou that inhabitest the praises of Israel.”
Now, who would you think inhabits the opposite, where instead of praise there is fear, vulgarity and the elevation of man? I now know the forces of satan were in those situations. I’m sure my angelic friends were still around, but so were the forces of darkness.
And do not misunderstand. I am not saying my family members were super sinners. We all sin. We all need the Savior.
Some Good Things
Image from the author’s personal collection
No parent is perfect and please do know my parents loved Pat and me. Above is me enjoying some Christmas gifts. Though not perfect, they were good parents, and I guess just about as good as possible without Christ within them.
At one point, I wanted to go fishing, but don’t think we had a fishing rod. Dad would bring me down to the Hudson River behind the Colgate plant. Without bait, I’d drop some cord into the water and wait for a fish. I remember looking back at the building, seeing the big (to me) Colgate clock and some workers looking out the window at us. I don’t think that clock is the same one you will see today. This one was fastened to Colgate’s back wall. Besides, according to what I have seen on the Internet, that plant has moved to another location.
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