In the book of Malachi the bible says, "I am the Lord, I change not." I am glad that the Lord does not change. He and his words will always be the same. We know for sure that most things do change. Sometimes it is for the better and sometimes for the worse. Things do change in color, size, shape, costs, and numerous other ways.
When I was a lad an airplane went down in a field north of where I lived and a lot of people went up to see it. My dad took us kids. The only airplane we had seen were the little ones that were invented. Now the skies are full of them. Their size and construction have gone from the Piper Cub to those that weigh many tons and haul 500 or so. Passengers are carried all over the world. Cows are milked with a milker, huge tractors do the tilling, and nearly everyone has at least one car. Some families may have five nowadays.
The Childress area where my family lived is a skeleton of the great number that lived there when I first started to school. At one time Childress had two stores, two churches, and a full 12 year school. The Macey School at Macey had an eight year school and a church. Red Onion had a Church of Christ and today the Cockrum Church still descends from it. Happy Corner had an Assembly of God and a store. There was a gin, a church, and a school nearby at Turkey Run. There were schools at Old Town Ridge, Sipes Community, Childress, and some I can't recall. But they are now consolidated to Cardwell, Leachville and Monette. Nearly all of the older homes are gone. The big change happened when chemicals and mechanical pickers came into being. The people moved to where there were factories and more reliable areas to make a living. Most of our doctors live outside the area and commute to the offices we still have.
I drive out in the old community and recall the days when about each 40 acres had a family with a house full of children. I remember one time we had a first grade class with 90 children. Mrs. Nelson, the first grade teacher, had to have several volunteer helpers to do her class. I lived a mile and three quarters from the Childress School. I had to walk east a quarter of a mile and I could turn south or north a half mile and catch the bus.
South of us there was a cluster of about 10 mailboxes. I recall that the north place to catch the bus had about 27 mailboxes at that crossroads. The road began as the second road south of the school went a mile east and then north about three miles north to the Red Onion area. Today there are only three houses the entire length.
All of this is to show the change that has happened. I am thankful that our Lord does not change. His judgment does not change. His commandments do not change. His love does not change and our love to him does not change.