I see the young man.  He strides about like a little superman.  He will never loose, and if he does it’s not a fault of his.  (he’s only got a few moves to perfect.)   I look at him and remember, “Let us make man in our image”.

Please everybody, notice the young woman.  Isn’t that what all the “bling” is saying?  I look at her and remember the women I’ve met who were in their 80’s.  The bling wears off, breaks or gets lost somewhere between the first born and retirement.  Weight and wrinkles replace the tools of wicked enticement.

Let them parade.  Who will affect their pageant of pride, flesh and greed?   But may God have mercy to teach them what they could not learn from elders: humility, holiness, propriety, mercy and restraint of desire.

I turn my eyes.  Even witnessing their wicked display of youth seems a sin.  Yet, even now, I remember my own years of utter folly.  How many and who had to turn their eyes away from me?

God is He who saves.  When He moves hearts are changed.  Where He is life sprouts up.  And Holiness attends His presence as a shimmering shadow of brilliant light.

May the Living God have mercy on the youth of America.  If not, they will die in the millions.  For what sin will ever find an audience with the Lord of Life?

By His Grace.