Growing up on the farm, I had a choice of pleasures that few kids and young people today can enjoy. We had no hand-held sophisticated electronics by which you could reach the other side of the globe in seconds. For many years of my youth, we didn’t even have one of those talking boxes called television. But we did have a radio, and in later years, I think it was with a certain Christmas, that a portable transistor radio was introduced to the household. As long as you fed it the right batteries, you could listen “on the go” to your favorite radio station. And, with that, one pleasure enjoyed was listening to the play-by-play basketball games at night with Lakers Jerry West and Wilt Chamberlain, and Celtics John Havlicek and others. Having never seen these men and other professional basketball players actually play, all was left to the imagination. In my mind, these were giants of the game, and, I later learned, they indeed were giants of the game. Another pleasure enjoyed on the farm was providing a mud pond for the pigs. Our barn was located in close proximity to a pond. The hogs (large pigs) were located under the side shed of the barn, that was fenced in with wide rough-sawn oak boards nailed to the barn posts. In the hot summertime their pen became like a dust bowl. Knowing how pigs like slop and mud, with a five-gallon bucket, I would carry water from the little pond up to the pig pen and keep pouring water until they had a nice mud hole to lay in. With sufficient water in the hole, I would then climb up on the wooden fence boards and just sit there and watch them grunt and squeal and carry on in the newly acquired mud. And then, there were the peanuts. We pulled the peanut plants up out of the garden and threw them into the barn loft to let them dry. After school, and after the work was done, I would then crawl up in the loft and lay in the peanuts and crack and eat peanuts until supper time. It didn’t matter the sand that came along with the peanuts as I ate them. It was “clean dirt” in my mind. Then I would go to the house and eat fresh vegetables and the meat of Momma’s choice. We are in a busy holiday season. Sometimes we need to just kick back and think on some good things of our life or of the life of others. Savor the flavor of good things of the past. Give our brains a break. Stop and scratch around in the archives of memory and be thankful for some of the good things. Jesus is the reason for the season. On purpose, pull up something good, and hit the refresh button for it to dwell in your view. Life is short. Live it on purpose, in the Lord, with good things in mind.