Remember Grandpa’s Truck?
At church the other day someone said they had a few old vehicles along the fence row out back. Many of us who love the old metal would immediately become very anxious to see such a back yard museum. I feel it while driving along the highway and I spot that timeworn iron in the distance, under a tree, at the back of some field, or poking out from behind a collapsing farm building. They have been taken out of service for one reason or another and left behind by the onward march of time. What happened? Where is the owner? Who drove it last? Was there a child who rode in this truck, his grandpa’s truck, on summer vacations? Are these forgotten forever? Is there anything that can be done to revive that old truck? How could someone just give up and quit the old ride? There is so much more good living and driving to be done! There are those among us who long to see every old truck restored and brought back to the open road. Yet, there they are, abandoned, old, rusty, neglected, trucks! It seems like such a sad ending for so many!
The Lord is not slack concerning his promise, as some men count slackness; but is longsuffering to us-ward, not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance. 2 Peter 3:9
The Lord knoweth how to deliver the godly out of temptations, and to reserve the unjust unto the day of judgment to be punished: 2 Peter 2: 9
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