Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Growing up in the Big City


Oakland, California
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Most of my childhood was in the big city of Oakland, California, but the city was divided into smaller districts.

Each district had their own "coffee shop" with the regulars, a bank, a post office, a movie house, a drug store, a couple of named grocery stores, a bakery, a chiropractor, and some business shops such as an insurance agent, and a shoe repair shop.

These districts existed like a small town and were an island to many. Every thing near our home was in walking distance including two Mom and Pop small stores close by.

At the coffee shop we could order a fountain coke and ask for vanilla or other flavors. Our fast food restaurant was a Casper’s Hot Dog place, and a public library was near by as well.

We also had a cow boy of sorts. He was a young man who always wore a cowboy hat while he rode his bicycle. I think he was what you might call a bit "slow." Not retarded, just a bit slow. Each neighbor hood had their characters too, and our cow boy was one of them.

Our city had an excellent bus system with a transfer method that allowed you to change to another bus without paying extra.

There is safety in numbers and I did all my early bus riding with my brother my sister and usually a couple of other friends.

As kids we learned to navigate through our metropolis to down town shopping, to Lake Merritt to the museum, to go ice skating, or go to the Hayward plunge swimming pool. The ride to the pool required an extra fare when we reached a point where different cities met.

The streets were laid out in neat blocks, and at times we just took long walks. Mother would go with us when we hiked to Mill’s College, and to the hills behind it.

Our earthly city was a wonderful place to grow up, and to later find work there. A place to attend church, meet friends, to eventually marry and raise our own family within its borders.

I was thinking about the lay out of heaven today, and remembering that the Bible tells us that the streets are of purest gold, and as you look through the gold you can see the foundation which is made of precious jewels. The gates are made of pearls, and there is a tree of life that all those in heaven may partake of.

The plain truth is that no city on earth regardless of its beauty or charm can compare with the magnificence of heaven.

I do hope you have made your reservation early, so that Heaven will be your final home.

You do understand that the decision must be made while here on earth, because if you wait too long, it will be too late.

This post has been linked to: Jen’s Soli Deo Gloria
And to “Tell Me a True Story” at: http://letmetelluastory.blogspot.com/

4 comments:

  1. Love that. See through the gold to the jewels. I'd be happy if heaven were a dirt road, just so long as God is there, my family is there, and I'm there, too!

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  2. I love the description of your city growing up. So many similarities to mine - the corner drug store, bakery and mom & pop stores! And I love the way you ended this with a salvation call!

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  3. Sounds like you've had a wonderful city to grow and live in... just no comparison to our real home. It's nice to hear a reminder that this earth is just a place where we get to exercise our most precious gift from God; free will...

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  4. I love reading Revelation for just those reasons. As much as I have enjoyed certain towns at certain times, it's just not going to be the same as when we are in the forever official City-Forever. Looking forward to visiting so many friends and family and Body-Family in that beautiful place. [Maybe you and I will have time to hang out a bit. Sounds like fun, worshiping fun.

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