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The Winds Of Change Don't Always Blow Gently
by James Snyder
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The more my age changes the less amicable I am toward change. I really would not mind change so much if some changes were not so different. Of course, my mind is open to change on this subject.

For example, I really don’t get this idea of Daylight Savings Time. This year, thanks to the wisdom of those political leaders we elected to office, the time change came three weeks earlier. It would take a collection of political minds to come up with something this brilliant. I think if we could get all of the political minds together from all over our country, we just may find one working brain cell.

This past weekend we turned our clocks ahead one hour affecting the loss of 60 minutes from our life. I wouldn’t mind the loss of 60 Minutes but then what would CBS do with Andy Rooney?

The hour I lost this past weekend baffles me. Where did it go? If I need an extra hour this next year how can I access this lost hour? I know there is going to come some incident in the near future when I shall be late for some appointment and could use some of the hour I lost this past weekend.

This brings me back to the point that I really hate change. The only change I really like is the loose change in my pocket.

Why is it the things you like and enjoy are subject to change but the things you despise stay the same? I think if it is going to be an equitable approach to this, people should be able to choose what they change and what they do not change. If this were true, I would not have to change my mind so often.

However, an incident happened recently that changed my mind about this whole subject of change.

I was in the supermarket minding my own business, or let me correct that; I was minding the business of the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage who sent me there on an errand. There is nothing quite like being on a special errand that brings out the chivalry in a husband. This can be a dangerous attitude for anybody as clumsy as me.

Walking down one aisle, my mind was focused on what I was sent there for. One thing about me is that when my mind is made up, someone else made it up. And on this particular occasion, my wife who sent me to the supermarket on her behalf, made up my mind.

Just as I turned the corner I saw a shopping cart surrounded by little children. Normally I would not pay much attention to this but one thing caught my eye. The youngest of the group was in the shopping cart but was trying to get out of the cart. She had one foot up on the side of the cart and from my observational point she looked like she was about to leap into the air. I knew from having children of my own that that leap could end in a disastrous splash on the floor. Instantly I flew into action.

I ran over and just as she was about to jump I grabbed her. The moment I grabbed her I knew I had made a tactical error. When I stepped into “her space,” I ran into the invisible wall all fathers know only too well. At the moment, I had the overwhelming urge to put her down faster than Rosie O’Donnell can put down Christians.

Let me just say it has been a long time since my nose had fought the good fight. I did not need a philosophical dissertation to understand that between the two of us one of us needed to embrace change.

As quick as I could I set my little “skunk-in-diapers” on the floor I tried escaping unscathed. Letting go of her she wrapped her little arms around my legs and looking up at me laughed the kind of laugh that no father wants to hear. She knew.

At the time, the last 17 lunches I had eaten were all voting for immediate evacuation and I found myself voting with them. Not only did I want to toss my cookies, but I wanted to hurl them with great force against the nearest wall.

I had forgotten how bad something so little could smell. I have never changed a diaper in my life. I’m afraid if it were up to me as soon as the first dirty diaper emerged I would take the little offender back to the hospital and say to the doctor, “This one’s dirty, give me a clean one.”

Some things need changing and the quicker the change the better the environment.

Every Christian cherishes the change awaiting him or her. Although we cannot change our culture or environment, we anticipate a great change coming for us when Jesus returns.

The Apostle Paul said it this way, “Behold, I show you a mystery; We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed, In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed.” (1 Corinthians 15:51-52 KJV.)

I have upgraded my thoughts about change. Some changes are inevitable. Some are necessary. The greatest change, however, is still in front of me when Jesus returns.

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