Change can be good – at times. Being in the computer industry, change is a constant. While I remember magnetic drum storage, paper tape, and ASR-100 hardcopy terminals, I’ll take a 2GB thumbdrive and a dual-core laptop anytime!
Yet, in life, I sometimes lament that our morality, traditions, and outlook on life have been as easily swapped out as well in the name of diversity, multiculturalism, political correctness, and "progress". While the "things" scattered around our homes make us richer than any kings of yore, has all progress truly made us richer in spirit? I submit that it has not. There are times that change is not only not welcome, but detrimental in the long run – not all change is good.
Moms were at home.
Dads were at work.
Brothers went into to the army.
Hard work did;
And people knew the difference.
Husbands were loving;
Wives were supportive;
And children were polite
Women wore the jewelry;
And men wore the pants.
Men looked like gentlemen;
And children looked decent.
People loved the truth,
And hated a lie.
Sermons sounded helpful;
Rejoicing sounded normal;
And crying sounded sincere.
Cursing was wicked;
And divorce was unthinkable.
America was beautiful;
And God was welcome!
To be called an American was worth dying for;
To be called a Christian was worth living for;
To be called a traitor was a shame!
Sex was a personal word.
Homosexual was an unheard of word,
And abortion was an illegal word.
Preachers preached because they had a message;
And sinners turned to the Lord to be SAVED!
A new birth meant a new life;
Salvation meant a changed life;
Following Christ led to eternal life.
Being a preacher meant you proclaimed the word of God;
Being a deacon meant you would serve the Lord;
Being a Christian meant you would live for Jesus;
And being a sinner meant someone was praying for you!
Laws were based on the Bible!
Preachers were more interested in new converts,
Than new clothes and new cars.
God was worshipped;
Christ was exalted;
And the Holy Spirit was respected.
I still like the old paths the best!
“The Old Paths” was written by a retired minister who lives in Tennessee

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