O ur youngest son Jack drove an old red Jeep with the somewhat unwanted square headlights (by Jeep enthusiasts) while in high school and college. When you got it up to 60 mph you felt like you were landing the space shuttle. It shook like an earth reentry. Jeeps are notorious for road walking, so it was fun to drive as long as your life insurance was paid up.
I saw an old Jeep like that the other day, and it was pulling a little trailer loaded with firewood. The guy behind the steering wheel looked like a real man’s man if you know what I mean. Kind of like the Marlboro Man. Why shouldn’t he look good and probably feel good? He cuts wood for a living and his daily driver is a space shuttle?!
I just celebrated an anniversary of being on Instagram not too long ago. For the most part I got on this much-more-sophisticated- than-Facebook social media because the Blonde and our youngest daughter, the school teacher were on it and they were constantly saying, “Didn’t you see that? I think it was on Instagram.”
There’s a magnifying glass icon on the app and I think the intent is for you to search and find pictures of people, places or things that you might have interest in and to follow the accounts of these people, places and things.
At first, I didn’t pay much attention to this part of the social media app but then old Jeep pictures started showing up. Old Jeeps with square headlights. Other pictures emerged as well. I identify with being “preppy.” I think it’s a hazard from growing up in the 1980s. Therefore, I have a natural affinity for things like Stan Smith tennis shoes, Nantucket, etc. Because they troll your internet life, pictures of people wearing shirts with crocodiles, people wearing Brooks Brothers suits and Hunter boots started to pop up. All of these people look happy, like things are good and it never rains on them, and if even it does, they have Hunter boots to keep them dry.
Satan is a liar, and He whispers in your ear a lot, “If you only had an easy job like cutting firewood and loaded it up on a trailer that was pulled by a red Jeep that had square headlights, your life would be so much better.” Or “Go out and buy the Blonde some Hunter boots and she will be happy.”
About that time I hear the sound of soft sandaled feet and the voice of the Rabbi saying, “Dude, wake up.” Why believe a lie when I can believe the truth. The Blonde is the happiest person I know, with or without rain boots (she has some btw, L.L. Bean, told you we were preppy). I have cut wood before; fun was not the way I describe it and for driving that red Jeep with square headlights, let’s just say I’m shuttle certified and reentry is not all it’s cut out to be.
I read somewhere, “be content with what you have, (Hebrews 13:5)” I also read, “the truth will set you free (John 8:32).” I’m satisf ied and free today, how about you?
He told me to tell you that.
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