I remember walking into the YMCA courts in BIllings when I was a kid and seeing one of the new kids fiddling around with a basketball. It was obvious he had never played the game. At best, he had maybe seen a few nba games on a bad TV, because what he was doing was not basketball. Me and a few buddies gave him the general overview of the game and played a bit with him. At first, giving him the rules just made him depressed, but he was an athletic kid so after a few months, he began to pick it up. By the following year that kid was a decent player, and continued on to love the game in all its beautiful minutiae.
That, brothers and sisters, is how we are in this life. If we don’t know the Lord, we are like a kid thrust out on a court with a ball in our hands, but no clue how to play. Our guides on how to live as a human being and raise a family are Kanye West and Kim Kardashian, and the best hope for happiness is making $1 million dollars or accruing 1 million followers. What a weak and pathetic existence, running around with no clue who we are.