In my earlier posts about bicycles and my mother and myself, I remembered another incident about my husband and his friend when he was a kid. Bicycles were involved in this story, too. In fact, a lot of stories about my husband as a kid involved bicycles.
It was such a beautiful fall day . So, why would two little boys want to spend it in that one room school house? The only fun they had there was at recess and it never lasted long enough. Oh, it was kinda fun to pass notes to the cute girl that sat behind you. Or to throw spit and/or paper wads when the teacher wasn’t looking. But, most little boys could do without the other stuff that went on at school.
Hopping on their bicycles and heading down the road, lunch buckets in hand, and the bugles they had acquired recently, their minds began to conjure up ideas.
“Hey, I got an idea. It’s just to purty to go to school so let’s skip. What’cha say? “
“Reckon we won’t get caught?” said Little John.
“Shoot no, that dumb teacher’ll just think we’re sick. ‘sides, she won’t see our mothers probally.”
“Well, okay, what ‘cha wanna do?”
“Let’s ride over there behind the school to that hill, climb to the top and we can watch what’s a goin’ on at recess. We might even get close ‘nuff to throw rocks at them girls.” Said Little John’s friend.
So, off they rode faster than a streak of lightening. Arriving at the foot of the hill, they left their bikes and their lunch boxes and headed up the hill bugles in hand.
“Think this is ‘bout high enough, don’t you?” said Little John.
“Nah, let’s get up there by that big, ole, rock and we can sit on it and watch and see what’s a goin’ on.”
So, up to the rock they climbed; seated themselves behind a tree that was growing up in front of the rock; leaned back against a couple of other trees and began their watch.
Down in the fenced in pasture behind the school was a herd of cattle grazing in the warm morning sun. Little John picked up his bugle and let out a loud blast. The cattle stopped and looked around wondering what the noise was.
“Let’s blow our bugles at the same time”, said Little John’s friend. “On the count of three, let’s blow ‘em.”
One, two , three and what a sound they did make. The cattle started running wildly around the pasture and the boys fell over laughing. That was such fun, they blew together again and again, continuing to laugh at the wild racing about of the cattle.
Hearing the commotion outside, the teacher went to the door. Seeing the cattle running about, she couldn’t imagine what was going on. She closed the door, went back inside and continued classes.
Recess time and out came the students running wildly about the school yard like the cattle.
“Let’s blow our bugles again. “ said Little John’s friend. So, on the count of three, blow they did. The kids all stopped and looked around.
“ ‘Ets do that again”, said Little John, “did you see how everbody was a lookin’ all around? They can’t figure out what's a goin’ on!” So, the two boys continued to blow their bugles; the cattle continued to run wildly about and the kids stood , looking around trying to figure out what was going on.
One day very soon, all of us will be going about our daily tasks. Some will be asleep, others will be working in a field and yet others, like Little John and his friend were , will just be out having a good time, enjoying life, unaware of what is about to happen. Then we will hear , not a bugle, but the trumpet of the Lord and, the end of this life on earth as we know it will be but a memory. What will your reaction be to that sound and the sight of our Savior descending from Heaven with a shout?
1Thessalonians 4:16-17, "For the Lord Himself will descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of an archangel, and with the trumpet of God. And the dead in Christ will rise first. Then we who are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And thus we shall always be with the Lord."
Hopping on their bicycles and heading down the road, lunch buckets in hand, and the bugles they had acquired recently, their minds began to conjure up ideas.
“Hey, I got an idea. It’s just to purty to go to school so let’s skip. What’cha say? “
“Reckon we won’t get caught?” said Little John.
“Shoot no, that dumb teacher’ll just think we’re sick. ‘sides, she won’t see our mothers probally.”
“Well, okay, what ‘cha wanna do?”
“Let’s ride over there behind the school to that hill, climb to the top and we can watch what’s a goin’ on at recess. We might even get close ‘nuff to throw rocks at them girls.” Said Little John’s friend.
So, off they rode faster than a streak of lightening. Arriving at the foot of the hill, they left their bikes and their lunch boxes and headed up the hill bugles in hand.
“Think this is ‘bout high enough, don’t you?” said Little John.
“Nah, let’s get up there by that big, ole, rock and we can sit on it and watch and see what’s a goin’ on.”
So, up to the rock they climbed; seated themselves behind a tree that was growing up in front of the rock; leaned back against a couple of other trees and began their watch.
Down in the fenced in pasture behind the school was a herd of cattle grazing in the warm morning sun. Little John picked up his bugle and let out a loud blast. The cattle stopped and looked around wondering what the noise was.
“Let’s blow our bugles at the same time”, said Little John’s friend. “On the count of three, let’s blow ‘em.”
One, two , three and what a sound they did make. The cattle started running wildly around the pasture and the boys fell over laughing. That was such fun, they blew together again and again, continuing to laugh at the wild racing about of the cattle.
Hearing the commotion outside, the teacher went to the door. Seeing the cattle running about, she couldn’t imagine what was going on. She closed the door, went back inside and continued classes.
Recess time and out came the students running wildly about the school yard like the cattle.
“Let’s blow our bugles again. “ said Little John’s friend. So, on the count of three, blow they did. The kids all stopped and looked around.
“ ‘Ets do that again”, said Little John, “did you see how everbody was a lookin’ all around? They can’t figure out what's a goin’ on!” So, the two boys continued to blow their bugles; the cattle continued to run wildly about and the kids stood , looking around trying to figure out what was going on.
One day very soon, all of us will be going about our daily tasks. Some will be asleep, others will be working in a field and yet others, like Little John and his friend were , will just be out having a good time, enjoying life, unaware of what is about to happen. Then we will hear , not a bugle, but the trumpet of the Lord and, the end of this life on earth as we know it will be but a memory. What will your reaction be to that sound and the sight of our Savior descending from Heaven with a shout?
1Thessalonians 4:16-17, "For the Lord Himself will descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of an archangel, and with the trumpet of God. And the dead in Christ will rise first. Then we who are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And thus we shall always be with the Lord."
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