Our Pastor Read This Article Today. Thought It was Great!!

The other day someone at a store in our town read that
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 social’s no matter the weather.
I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults,
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 profanity. I was drug out to pick
weeds in mom’s garden and flowerbeds and cockle burs 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 every-thing I do, say or 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.
God bless the parents who drugged us.