Oh, the good old days! Back (way back) when I was a teenager, one of my fondest memories is from our Walther League (church youth group) riding together to Detroit and attending a twi-night double header at Tiger Stadium. Although last night's games started an hour or so earlier than those games, they sure brought back the memories.
The memories multiplied as the Tiger pitchers stepped into the batter''s box (those were NOT the good old days) ... then I received another connection to my childhood as my brother texted me during the game (Did you know the Brewers are in first place? And the "can't quite get to .500 Tigers" are in second?) ... And then they interviewed Jim Leyland during the second game (those were the good old days ... except this time he was not eating as he was being interviewed!).
Yet, in spite of all of those nostalgic connections to years gone by, my heart is most appreciative of what was going on 'behind the scenes' way back then ... and through all those 'good old days'. And what, you might ask, was that? It was the Spirit of God working in my heart ... through no merit or worthiness of my own.
Thus these 'good old days' memories take me primarily into a Maskil from the Sons of Korah: "As a deer pants for flowing streams, so pants my soul for you, O God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God? My tears have been my food day and night, while they they say to me all the day long, 'Where is your God?' These things I remember, as I pour out my soul: how I would go with the throng and lead them in procession to the house of God with glad shouts and songs of praise, a multitude keeping festival. Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you in turmoil within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my salvation and my God. ... Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you in turmoil within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my salvation and my God." (Psalm 42.1-5, 11)
I find great peace in my heart today because ... again, without any merit or worthiness of my own ... from my childhood, through my youth, and all through all of the 65 formative years of my life (thus far) ... the Spirit of God has kept my soul panting for the Lord.
And, my greatest yearning today is that the words of this Maskil would be yours ... no matter what your past or your present may be. Ron Gardenhire getting the Tigers to come back from behind is nothing compared to what our Lord Jesus seeks to do over and over again in our lives. "Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you in turmoil within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my salvation and my God." (Psalm 42.11) The Tigers may have come up short in the second game (those three 'just missed' homers in the seventh seemed to seal their fate), but hope in Christ is as certain as an open tomb on Easter.
You see, Carly Simon's anticipation way back in 1971 remains true today ... these are the good old days ... as our soul's thirst is satisfied ... as the Spirit of our God leads us back into the peace-filled presence of our God to be fed with his Word and to feast upon his body and blood ... as we are empowered to say "Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you in turmoil within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my salvation and my God." (Psalm 42.11)
Yes,these are the good old days!