“They’re a fake. ”
I remember the feeling like it was yesterday. But I feel it again today.
I was 7 years old. My family and I had a farm in rural Theodore, Alabama. We’d sell watermelons out of the back of our truck to the local Farmer’s Market, but leave a few melons for a road side setup that I’d later learn from getting my MBA that there was a higher ‘profit margin.’
All I knew is that is was hot as Hades under that oak tree in rural Alabama…praying someone would need 15 watermelons so we could go home.
One afternoon, a guy stopped and said he didn’t have any cash, but would give my brother and me a couple of tickets to see Raiders of the Lost Ark at the Bama Drive-In Theater off Halls Mill Road. (Anyone remember that old theater?)
We were ecstatic! What a deal!
Come to find out– the movie had left the theater the week before and we were stuck with old, useless tickets. We’d been scammed. The tickets were fakes.
But.. But.. But.. But, nothing.
Throughout life, I’ve really never forgotten that experience or forgiven that man. Who scams a couple of kids out of a watermelon? (Go get ’em Jesus :))
But I wish I could say that’s the only time in life I’ve held fools gold. All hat and no cattle. All sizzle no steak. All smoke, no fire. All crust, no toppings.
The reality is that we’re fools at 7.. and 17.. and 27.. and 107. And it never stops hurting.
I recently watched the film, The Hunger Games. The president says the reason for the games is because hope is the only thing stronger than fear.
I think WE WANT to believe in something or someone because it gives us hope? I’m kinda banking on the new puppy carpet cleaner that promises stains will disappear.. but it’s not gonna happen, despite my $39.99. I want the latest Captain Wonderful to step up, but he’s not. Low calorie ice cream really WILL taste as good as Blue Bell. I want to believe the best in people, but sometimes disappointment happens. And it’s real. You don’t have to deny it. Poo Poo on it. Cuss it. Scream it. Hit it. Kick it.
Fake is sometimes a reality.
This weekend, in my quiet time, I read and re-read Psalm 43:3. Send forth your light and your truth and let them guide me.
I began to define what “Light” means to me. Synonyms like purifier, Glow maker and Path Finder.
I defined what “Truth…” Mystery solver. Absolute. Foundational. Trust Recipe.
Light and Truth. What I need everyday to filter this world’s mixed messages where there aren’t always happy endings and those jeans really won’t look that good on me. Where you are given a fake ticket and you learn a valuable lesson.
Anybody wanna buy a watermelon? Cash only.