Quicksand

We finally unpacked the boxes in the youth lounge at the church. We threw out old papers and abstinence brochures. I also came across some very old journals. One year, I had purchased notebooks for everyone, and we wrote letters to each other every week. I laughed and cried as I read through them, reminiscing. They wrote about music and sports, and about how difficult it is to be a Christian and a youth. Then I realized that many of the youths whose notebooks I read were no longer active members of the church. I wondered what happened. Is the material world so enticing? Were they beguiled by its superficial beauty and bountifulness? Being a Christian in this world is like standing in quicksand. One moment, you're on top of the situation; the next, you're sinking slowly. I wondered if their weaknesses were a reflection of my own. You know the saying, "Everything flows from the head down?" They were right. It's hard to be the leader. How do you save yourself from being sucked down into a pit full of wet sand? How do you reach back to help someone else out?
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