Disintegration is a Sad Thing

Last year I went to my grandparents’ old home place. It is amazing what happens when a place becomes vacant. Their old home-place was surrounded by weeds that were chest high. No longer a green lawn but vines, fallen limbs, and tangled underbrush covered the entire yard. The roof was sagging, paint was faded and chipped, window panes were broken, and window sills were rotten. No longer could bright sunlight filter through the dinghy glass. Dust choked the interior and mildew had found the walls and ceilings. There were no voices in the old house. No laughter around a table. It was a sad sight. . .that old house. But even more sad than this, is the slow disintegration of a family. (Philip Harrelson - Sermon Central)