Several months ago I found a pack of Camel cigarettes in the community room after a Wednesday dinner. I carried them to my office and put them on my desk thinking I would find out later whose they were and returning them. That never happened and so they still sit on my desk. I can imagine that some people who have come in to put things in my office have wondered about them.
I’m thankful that I’m not tempted by the cigarettes. I have some bad childhood memories of sitting in the front seat between two smokers with the windows rolled up riding on Route 7 to WVU basketball games. When I see people smoking outside of buildings I often have sympathy for them, thinking about how cigarettes control their lives. Sometimes seeing them makes me ponder the question, “What controls my life?” I believe we all have things that control our lives, not all of which are bad.
When we had small children, it was often their sporting events. We would never put anything before a practice or ball game. A birthday party invitation? Can’t go, they have a ball game. Vacations had to work around ball season. Some of you are in that season of your life now. Years later, you’ll understand that making it to every game really wasn’t as important as it seemed at the time.
What controls my life or your life? Looks? Popularity? Drugs? Money? Social media? Sports? Possessions? My yard? Food? Alcohol? Work? Schedules?
It’s a good question to ponder.
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“Let us keep our eyes fixed on Jesus, on whom our faith depends from beginning to end” ~ Hebrews 12:2