There are a few really sad moments in life. Moments which, at the time, seem like the end of everything. Moments of deep disappointment and humiliation that seems to crush our world at that instant.
Can you remember when this happened to you:
“you have to be ‘this’ tall to ride this ride?”
You can see it now, cant’ you?
The excitement on a child’s face melting into tears just because their
age doesn’t match the requirements to be amused by life’s ride.
I don’t
know about you, but I don’t like being told my age eliminates me from part of
life! Still, I suppose even I practice
age-discriminating judgments. I value
life experience and the wisdom and maturity of thought that living life can
produce.
Still, other times, we give children too little respect. Children should be seen and not heard. There are churches who take all the children out to their own a private worship because the adults are bothered by squirming and voices of their children.
We are
living in a time of age confusion. It puzzles
us to the point where being a particular age seldom satisfies. Isn’t it interesting, that when we are young,
we long to be older; and vice versa?
There
is the giant step from twelve to thirteen where we receive the magic title
“teenager”.
Or age sixteen,
the magic age of a driver’s license.
Or age
eighteen, the magic age of majority.
Or
sixty-five, the magic age of retirement.
This Sunday we will continue our sermon
series, “Connecting the Content of our
Lives” as we explore age!
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