Park benches are wonderful places
They really areNow you might start doubting my sanity
But give it a little thought and I guarantee that you will also start valuing these treasured resting places.
To begin with, when my eight year old hyper active daughter, badgers me mercilessly to take her to the park
And of course, I give in
Well I realise that the only way I am going to get any peace is when she has run herself into the ground and is completely exhausted.
The park bench becomes the epicentre of life.
I can sit in relative peace as she
Slides
Rotates
Jumps
Pulverises anyone younger than herself
Falls over dizzy from endless roundabout exertions and
Shouts at the top of her very loud voice.
I close my eyes and let the sun burn gently on my skin.
I let the cares of the world, slowly fade away.
As I stop,
Yes, I finally, actually stop.
And then as I open my eyes and enter back into reality,
I discover that the surrounding grass is scattered with rubbish!
The discarded junk, that no one wants.
And the first thought that I mutter to myself is,
“Why can’t they use the rubbish bin? There it is only a few feet away. Why can’t people just walk over and put their rubbish in that bin, instead of just throwing it away?”
Then it slowly dawns on me
I’m becoming a grumpy old man
Sorry, I mean,
I’ve become a grumpy old man!
When had I ever been concerned over discarded rubbish?
“Like your heart!” Says the disturbing voice inside my mind, “Full of rubbish, full of life’s junk!”
“What!” I reply.
“Your heart needs clearing out.” From,
Mistakes
Failures
Broken promises
Tired excuses
Lies
All these clutter up my heart.
Cigarette ends
Bottle tops
Sweet wrappers
Empty ice-pops
Discarded paper
Bits of brick
Fallen leaves
Broken Sticks
Unwanted receipts
Lost notes
Crushed cans
Kiddie’s boats
Leftover litter
Everywhere
Redundant items
Plenty to spare
Masses of Rubbish
Inside my heart
Time to clearout
Unbelief depart
Root out weeds
Clear away lies
Throw out stones
Open my eyes
Truth invade
God infiltrate
Belief building
Faith now dictates.
Surrender to God
Freedom within
Good Soil Created
Liberated from sin.
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