That's a good stick.

This morning I found a stick in the ol' junk drawer of the mind.

When I was young, as a lot of boys do, I would go out walking in the woods. We would follow a creek, or crick in some cases, but that is another topic. Sometimes a boy would find a stick that was perfect for carrying around. It would be the right length, the right weight, the right thickness. I don't know how such criteria are calculated, and I honestly don't even know all of the criteria. Being a grown up boy, I still like to find a stick if I go on a walk in the woods or out disc-golfing. The criteria seem to be intangible as I sit here typing, but there are criteria. The stick doesn't necessarily have to have a purpose, but invariably, a purpose is discovered for that stick. sometimes it is to poke at something too gross to touch with the human hand. Sometimes a stick props you up while you are crossing that stream. Sometimes that stick is just security, in case you stumble on that pack of wolves that you dreamt about last night. Sometimes it's purpose is to just be in your hand. I can't explain it, but we boys like to carry sticks. (We also like to throw rocks, again another topic.)

This morming, I was laying in bed and was feeling a little worthless. there is a term I remember learning about; "the total depravity of man." I have a hard time with that term, because there are so many times that I feel inadiquite and that I don't measure at all let alone up. But as I lay there a Bible verse popped into my mind. The verse was Romans 5:8, No I didn't remember the actual spot in the Bible (had to look it up), but I did remember the words, "While we were yet sinners Christ died for us."

I don't remember why, but right afterward I thought of sticks. Weird, yes, but follow me. sometimes while looking for a stick, you just find one you like. It has value, because it just is a good stick. You can decide later what to do with it. It hit me, I'm a good stick. I may not know my full potential, but I'm a good stick. Though I was gnawed off, quite a bit gnarly, and covered in half decayed bark, Christ died for me! If you are still confused, post a comment, I'll try to answer questions.