What Is Pure (4)

Swish-sh. My sled could race down the hill faster than anybody elses! Well, almost anybody’s. I didn’t even feel the wind bite my face as I slid down. What fun it was! The sun shone brightly and made the snow sparkle. It didn’t make it any warmer though. It was cold!

“Hey, Philip, come over here! Let’s race down this side,” called Jacob.

“Okay, I’ll be right there.” I adjusted my hat and joined Jacob on the next hill.

“Wow, this side is steep. We’ll really go fast,” I said.

“Yeah, but watch out for that dip,” he warned. “See the dirt on the snow? That’s where they’ve been digging. It drops off right there.”

I surveyed the slope carefully. We were sledding next to a gravel mine and I wondered if we should be so close. Jacob sensed my hesitation.

“C’mon, it’ll be okay. Just make sure you stay on the pure white snow.”

I knew my sled didn’t steer very well. I didn’t want to do it.

Jacob added, “Look, I’ll forge a path and you can follow me.”

“Well, I don’t know—” but before I could say any more, Jacob was going headfirst down the hill on his sled. And he was headed for the drop-off! “Jacob, look out!” I screamed.

Somehow he managed to fall off the sled before it went over the edge. The sled clanked eerily as it hit the rocks below.

When I got home, I told my parents what had happened. My mother shuddered and my dad shook his head. I explained, “Jacob was going so fast that he hardly had time to think, but when he saw the dirt on the snow, he knew he had to get off.”

“Sounds like a good lesson,” Dad said. “As long as you’re on the pure path, you’re on the right path.”

I knew he was talking about sin, not snow. I hoped I wouldn’t need any harder lessons than that!


“Finally, brethren,…whatsoever things are pure…think on these things,” Philippians 4:8. ❖