Drip, drip, drip. The stillness of the cave echoed the steady dripping of water, each drop carrying its dissolved cargo of calcium carbonate. Stalactites, like massive funnels clinging to the ceiling high above us, dripped endlessly, drop after drop, a tiny bit at a time, building the stalagmite cones growing from the rugged floor. A little drop, a tiny deposit of limestone. Many drops, one upon another, mature to become pillars.
Habits are like that.
Good habits, day after day, build tiny toddlers into sturdy, resilient men and women whose values are solid, who know what they believe, who become the pillars of tomorrow's society. Some of those good habits is attending church and Sunday school, and daily devotions. Too often in summers those habits get squeezed to death between weekend trips to grandmother's house and the lake, Disney World and camping trips. Good habits that die leave would-be pillars stunted. They'll be able to point out Liverpool and Zanzibar.