Into the Fire

     https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g5W4k6vD2WY&feature=player_detailpage  

The late 60's and early to mid-70s were definitely a time of not getting "satisfaction". A new wave of irresponsible behaviors, philosophies, sexual revolution, and unrest typified the segment in time known to some as the "Love Generation". In reality it was anything but love and could've just as easily been labeled – and probably was by someone – the "lust" generation. As a result of the changing times, those of us who were coming of age in this time period experienced much confusion and no satisfaction.

Young people were inundated with all kinds of illegal drug use finding its way into a sort of hip-ness and cool, tempting all who had no solid ground of information, no reasonable way to examine what was being offered, or no resistance to being "cool".

Everything from music, to dress and appearance, to expressions, exploded in favor of unguarded behaviors, loose morals, and the tearing down of anything that restricted them. The leftwing political slant erupted with anti-war protests, lauding communism, and "dropping out" of society's restrictions.

It was a time of dissatisfaction with "the norm", a time to burn bras while touting women's values. The Jesus Movement sprang up but was often coupled with the smoking of marijuana and more "free" love. Those who legitimately found the Lord during the chaos presented a sound gospel to any who might desire real Truth and a way out of the churning whirlwind of wanton lusts.

Sometimes I wonder how I made it through that tumultuous time intact. At other times I recognize I didn't. The music of the day lured me into false actions preempted by wrong thinking. Times swirled with excitement, and the truly great musicians of the day tempted naïve young people with serpentine lyrics into activities and positions some would never escape.

There came a day when I saw it all for what it was: a façade designed by the enemy of our souls to trample on values and exploit the shallow thought processes of the day. I grew up. I wanted more from life than the "drugs, sex, rock 'n' roll" "cool-ness" of that era. But I didn't know how to find what I wanted, what I didn't have, what I needed. I could not get "no satisfaction".

Until the Lord Jesus Christ rescued me. He used a painting, a young professional quarterback, and the aching in my heart. Bingo. Life saved. Values returned. I finally had it: the Way, the Truth, the Life.

Bona fide Satisfaction.  

Jesus, why you value me I have no idea, but I am so utterly thankful you did and you do. You are the ultimate. Thank you always. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.