The Drug Problem in America

The other day, someone at a store in our town
read that a methamphetamine lab had been
found in an old farmhouse in the adjoining county
and he asked me a rhetorical question,
''Why didn't we have a drug problem
when you and I were growing up?''

I replied:
I had a drug problem when I was young:
I was drug to church on Sunday morning.

I was drug to church for weddings and funerals.
I was drug to family reunions and
community socials no matter the weather.

I was drug by my ears when
I was disrespectful to adults.
I was also drug to the woodshed
when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie,
brought home a bad report card,
 did not speak with respect, spoke ill
of  the teacher or the preacher,
or if I didn't put forth my best effort
in everything that was asked of me.

I was drug to the kitchen sink to have
my mouth washed out with soap if
I uttered a profane four-letter word.

I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden
and flower beds and cockleburs out of dad's fields.

I was drug to the homes of family, friends,
and neighbors to help out some poor soul
who had no one to mow the yard,
repair the clothesline, or chop some firewood;
and, if my mother had ever known that
I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness,
she would have drug me back to the woodshed.

Those drugs are still in my veins;
 and they affect my behavior in
everything I do, say, and think.
They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin;
and, if today's children had this kind of drug problem,
America would be a better place.

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Proverbs 1:8 My son, hear the instruction of thy father,
and forsake not the law of thy mother:
Psalms 34:11 Come, ye children, hearken unto me:
I will teach you the fear of the LORD.
Titus 2:4 That they may teach the young women to be sober,
to love their husbands, to love their children,
Proverbs 15:5 A fool despiseth his father's instruction:
 but he that regardeth reproof is prudent.

Have a blessed day!


THEY NEED TO BE TOLD!