Rolling yards, if you are unfamiliar with this custom, was a veritable rite of passage for youth of my generation. It would prove that you were cool, and that you had nerves of steel, risking getting caught and whatever trouble you might get in as a result of that. To roll a yard, you would get dozens of rolls of toilet paper and a group of ill-mannered friends together. Then you would pick a suitable target, preferably an adult that no one liked, like perhaps an assistant principle at your school, whose job usually entailed disciplining unruly students; hence, they would be an ideal target for a good rolling of the yard. Once you picked your target, then you would need to wait until a very late hour to ensure that the residents were in bed and deep in sleep. Then, you would park the car or cars that transported you to the target house a few houses away to avoid alerting the inhabitants of the target house. Moreover, even if you did get caught or almost get caught, most likely you would be easily able to outrun the adult in the house who tried to nab you and get to your car and escape before he could get there and take down your license plate.
Once arriving at the yard, you would post lookouts watching the most likely exits from the house, and you would then pull off a long tail of toilet paper from the roll and subsequently toss the rest of the roll up into the branches of the various trees in the yard of the chosen target’s house. This process would continue until every bit of the toilet paper from the roll was unraveled and hanging nicely from the branches of the trees. Then you would grab another roll and repeat the process until all the rolls that you brought with you were now up in the trees of the target’s yard. This process created a quite impressive visual effect once daylight came. Moreover, the paper would remain in the trees for quite some time since it was very difficult, if not impossible, to get all the paper out of the trees, thus giving all the surrounding neighbors and the passing cars endless visual enjoyment. Additionally, once it eventually rained, the paper would stick to the branches even worse so that you would have to wait for nature to eventually wash it away weeks down the road.
When I look back on these things that I did, I have to thank God that I survived those years. I know that He must have been watching over me constantly and trying to keep me from serious harm to myself or others from my antics. I’m amazed that I stayed out of jail, but then that was probably the Protective Hand of the Lord as well, keeping me safe until I would grow out of these things and eventually turn to Him. As with many other things that I got into or pursued after in my youthful ignorance, they fell one by one in my life until there was only One Thing left standing in my life, and that was God. I had finally arrived at the same place that Peter did in John 6:68, when Jesus watched other disciples depart from Him when His Words of Truth were too heavy to bear; they apparently did not want to give up control and submit to His Lordship as many in life do when confronted with His Truth. When Peter and the other disciples were questioned as to why they did not also depart, Peter answered: “Lord, to whom shall we go? thou hast the words of eternal life.” When we get to the end of all the gods that we chase and find that they are false, and we turn once again to the Master for Answers, for Peace, for Meaning in Life, and for Real Truth, we also find out as Peter and the other disciples did that there is no one else in life that holds these things except for our Loving Father, His Majestic Son, Jesus, and His Holy Spirit.
I pray today that you will all know Him personally and find your Only Truth in Him.