As the wind blows.

I was recently out for a walk on a windy day when my cap flies off my head being blown vertically down the street. I turned around and chased it, caught it and secured it more firmly over the thin haired scalp of mine to continue the walk through the neighborhood streets. The wind caught my full un-divided attention to recover the cap.

This morning as I was reading an article in which the author had used the definition of love as presented in Paul’s 1st letter to the Corinthians 13:4-8.  Reading those three words ‘Love is patient’ was like that wind causing me to turn and read the verse again, and again and there I saw it differently than any of the other countless times I’ve read these verses in the past.

Patience is putting a restriction upon myself.

It’s something that I choose to do. Bite my tongue and wait in patience. I must choose to be kind to others. Boasting is a choice. Acting proud is a choice. Speaking of ill to another is a choice. All these actions are choices I should make. A choice to not get angry when put down. I must not keep records of hurts others may have done to me. Love is keeping those emotions being tossed to and fro by the winds in check.

Patience is a check on my behavior.

Oh, if the Almighty Creator God and Lord had not patience with his final creation, then there’d be no me, no us, no others to love. God showed patience with Lot. God had patience for Noah and his family, but lost it with everyone else. God had patience by causing the sea to part for Moses and the Israelites, losing it with the Egyptians.

The enduring patience of God was exhibited to all of us at the cross of Calvary.

Author: Arnold R. Kropp

About Mr. Arnold. Back in the days when I was a kid growing up in south Chicago, freely roaming around the neighborhood was common, and just a part of life in the late '40s and early '50s. A train track was less than a mile away and a favorite place to walk along the rails. A large city park was a bit closer with areas of dense trees and areas of open grassy picnic grounds. A public golf course was just two blocks away, but the famed 4-lane busy Western avenue had to be crossed to get to it, and we crossed in the middle of the block running between the cars and trucks. We knew the risks. In the winters, we would climb that fence making our way to one of the ponds, we’d push and shovel away the snow and play a spontaneous game of hockey, or bring a sled and slide down the hillside ; no adults, no special padding, just a group of kids enjoying the contest. Dad was at work. Mom was home tending to the laundry and preparing the family meal for promptly at 6 pm. Life was good. It was fun. Sunday mornings were dress up in suit and tie, polished shoes for Sunday school and the worship service, then to a restaurant. Arnold went on to college immediately after high school, but could not find a subject, a major that was really up his alley, so he enlisted in the Army and served in Germany during the years the Berlin wall was built. Seeing what effects Soviet communism had on the people of East Germany left an impression on him. During those years, he would write many long letters home starting a desire to write more than just letters. Many years later Arnold developed a blog where he posted hundreds of articles on the political side of American life. Some of those are available in the collection named "Ramblings". Today, Society is totally different from that of the '50s, a whole lot different. Today, it has become scary to let the kids roam. Today it has become organized to the hilt with 2nd graders playing organized football. In my present relatively quiet neighborhood, I do see kids walking the streets, but there is a difference as the kids seem to be apprehensive and on guard or intently operating a telephone as they walk, not running after each other playing hide and seek. Today, the above freedoms of the '50s are suspect and avoided as being dangerous activities. And that is sad. It's sad that today's kids do not have that freedom, and it may be having a direct effect on their development. Consider, one fact that is readily apparent today compared to yesterday; the preponderance of overweight and obese kids, even pre-school kids are heavier than we were, and this has to be affecting the rest of their daily lives. No doubt about it. But, I'd better hush, can't talk about those things. Yes, in the '50s there were Semi-trucks, public transportation, murders, rape, robberies, house fires, sickness and diseases resulting in death, and yes, there were deadly vehicle accidents too. There was even poverty and homosexuals too. We went to public schools, and the high school was integrated. This was Chicago, but those events did not make the headlines, as news was only broadcast at 6pm and possibly 10pm nightcap. Days of the cold war kept us together as a nation. We saw the "Victory at Sea" war clips before the main feature at the theaters. And now technology dominates life. A cell phone in every handy pocket posting selfies. A computer saving everything to one of those cumulous clouds. Room size TV’s broadcasting everything 24/7. This is more information than I want. Let me decide something. I think. therefore, I am. I was born a male, therefore I am. I was born-again, therefore I am. I have life within, therefore I am. The news is not my guide. The TV is not my Sheppard.

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