“Tracks and Marks”

“Tracks and Marks”

The Things we leave behind.

Everything leaves it’s mark. As a hunter, I look for the tracks of what I’m hunting. A good tracker can tell immediately what has passed through. All leave a different track. There are track leavings and there is feces also. I can tell if it’s what I’m hunting for by it’s leavings. The leavings tell me what is ahead. Every living thing leaves its own personal mark. Looking out our window, I can see our chicken pen. We bought 20 baby chicks. We got select ones to ensure we got mostly hens for eggs. Well we wanted one rooster but got four. I might add, the roosters are leaving their marks. They are all saying, I am the boss of these hens. The one that winds up the boss, is going to leave some blood and the biggest track-marks behind. In life, we all leave our tracks and marks behind. All marks left by humans are different. They may seem alike, but they are different. Everyone’s mark is unique to himself. If we copy someone else, it may look similar but on looking closer, they are not the same. There is only one you. I have an identical twin brother, his name is Charlie. When we were in the military our fingerprints were so similar that they could not tell them apart. There was a master sergeant who had so much trouble telling us apart that he called us by our last name and added the first initial of our first name afterwards, thus McClary-C and McClary-D, in one phrase. We are very similar but not the same. Charlie has left his track-marks behind him and I have left mine. Today, there are those who leave a confusing track behind and are hard to follow. The tracker might say, this track is not normal and doesn’t look like anything I have ever seen before. Deer leave a certain track and a rabbit leaves a different one. The two are easily tracked. If a deer had two rabbit feet and two deer feet, he would leave an impossible track or mark to follow. No one could follow its trail. All animals and every living thing were created after its own kind. A rabbit looks like a rabbit and a deer looks like a deer. We are told by some, that you can be the rabbit if you were born a deer and visa versa. Of course that is impossible and we all know it. There are those telling us that we can be the opposite sex of the the way we were born if we choose. How confused a track is that? I would only say, if you choose to go in another’s hen house, watch for the rooster, there could be some blood left behind. Our tracks are our marks we leave behind. They are our legacy, we are known by it. Others know what we are by what we leave behind. Do we leave confusing tracks and marks for our children to follow? Do our track-marks match the character and the person we are? Do those who follow us know what they will find when they see us? When we are born we start out leaving hard and confusing tracks to follow. Others wonder what kind of thing left these track-marks. When man left his Father-God and His track-marks and followed another’s, they immediately began to leave confusing tracks that only a fool would follow. He no longer followed tracks of his own kind. The word fool is interpreted a play actor. An actor is one who plays someone else. He also leaves mixed tracks with that of others. Vanity, is to be vain, to look and act like something we are not. Our worldly teachers want us all to be vain, foolish, and leave their track-marks, so others will do the same. This is what satan teaches our so called politically correct instructors, so we can leave confusing marks for others to follow. What track-marks are we following and what will it be when we catch up to it? God’s tracks and marks are easily distinguished between His and another’s. We know His tracks and will not follow those of another’s.

PS: What we leave behind, is who we are. Never follow a fool, great discouragement is found, when caught up with him. This is how we can know if we are on the right track, God is the same as His tracks and marks. The more you hunt, the better tracker you will become.

David McClary

A voice From From The Mountain

Author: David McClary

My wife and I live in the Great Smoky Mountains of East Tennessee.