A Reunion Possibility

In my pre-teenage and early teenage years, I lived on a dead-end street in the West University area of Houston.  On our one block, there was a vacant lot, owned by the man who lived next to it.  One year, after Christmas, he gave us permission to build a Christmas tree fort on his lot.  The five boys who lived on our street collected all the post-Christmas trees and constructed a fabulous fort – off limits to the few girls who shared our street.  If a girl somehow got inside our hallowed ground, we quickly evicted her, and if one dared try to enter, we quoted the rules to her and barred her from entrance.  Never mind that our rules were insensitive, and maybe even poorly written.  “Rules is rules!’ we said to each other.  Best I can remember, I was the only Baptist in our “good-ole-boys-club.”  However, had the others become Baptist over the years, we could have had a reunion in New Orleans last week at the annual meeting of the Southern Baptist Convention.  “If anyone has ears to hear . . ..” (Mark 4:23).  Jus’ saying!