Above my $25 Craigslist dishwasher, hangs this little plaque from our local thrift store. It states simply, "Inside...we are all the same age."
The older I get, the more it's proven true. I may be forty-two, but my brain works exactly as it did when I was a nine-year-old. Straight-forward. Logical. Black-and-white. Idealistic. Fair. Honest.
Please tell me I'm not the only one! My mother always said, regardless of how old she gets, on the inside she feels exactly how she felt at age six!
Now don't get me wrong! I'm not one of these anti-adulthood people. Far from it! I couldn't wait to become a responsible, independent adult unlike so many young people today who inexplicably cling to their shrieky, silly adolescence for an embarrassingly long time.
Rather, this article is my black-and-white nine-year-old brain attempting to mesh with my wiser shades-of-grey forty-two-year-old brain. This is me saying aloud that adulthood is fundamentally untenable and unavoidably hypocritical. I'm finally admitting that the adults I admired, respected and nearly worshiped as a submissive, traumatized, shame-riddled teenager put up one heck of a strong façade but their feet were made of clay just as mine are today.
Adults aren't all they're cracked up to be, in fact frequently they act far worse than a well-raised child would ever dream of behaving!
It's the adults causing all the problems in the world!
Whew! Sure felt good to get that off my chest!
Adults Aren't Emotional.
And can it be that I should gain
An int'rest in the Savior's blood?
Died He for me, who caused His pain?
For me, who Him to death pursued?
Amazing love! how can it be
That Thou, my God,
should die for me?
'Tis mystery all! Th'Immortal dies!
Who can explore His strange design?
In vain the firstborn seraph tries
To sound the depths of love divine!
'Tis mercy all! let earth adore,
Let angel minds inquire no more. [Refrain]
He left His Father's throne above,
So free, so infinite His grace;
Emptied Himself of all but love,
And bled for Adam's helpless race;
'Tis mercy all, immense and free;
For, O my God, it found out me. [Refrain]
Long my imprisoned spirit lay
Fast bound in sin and nature's night;
Thine eye diffused a quick'ning ray,
I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;
My chains fell off, my heart was free;
I rose, went forth and followed Thee. [Refrain]
No condemnation now I dread;
Jesus, and all in Him is mine!
Alive in Him, my living Head,
And clothed in righteousness divine,
Bold I approach th'eternal throne,
And claim the crown, through Christ my own. [Refrain]
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