Growing up is a funny thing. It seems that the older you get, the more looking backwards you do. Now we could certainly stop and throw in our favorite Tony Robbins-Type motivational speaker CD or MP3 so we could focus on things ahead… But let’s get real. The future is important, but I still believe that experience, though maybe not the “best” teacher, is certainly the most intense teacher.
As I look back on life, I remember a funny story about something that happened early in my married life.
One Friday I met my wife at the end of the business day at her place of work (This was before kids when we supposedly did whatever we wanted. We don’t remember those days anymore). Her boss was also leaving to go to dinner with his wife and another couple. These two couples have kids the same age who often do things with each other. As soon as they met the kids began begging to spend the night at the other’s house. The standard “We’ll see” response was given and the kids were told to get into the car.
Once the car door was closed the couple, I felt like I transported to a parallel universe, one that I was not allowed to enter before I was married. You see, before the car door shut I had heard the type of conversation I had heard all of my childhood, except I was the one asking to spend the night at a friend’s house. BUT NOW… I was in the adult world, and once the car door closed only adults were around… and thus there seemed to be a completely new freedom to speak.
The two couples started talking very quickly. Their speech sounded something like a record on the wrong fast speed. They sounded like aliens who switched back to their native tongue. All the parties seemed to talk at once. It sounded something like: “What do you think”,”They’ve had a long week”, “We’ve got nothing tomorrow”,”Your house?”,”Our house is fine”… these phrases were all on top of each other, but they all seemed to understand… and with ease. You could feel the intense prayers of the children in the car… like they were praying for manna from heaven. The adults looked at each other and with what looked like a nodding grunt got into their vehicles to head to dinner.
This insiders look into adulthood was quite revealing. This “adult” conversation sounded strangely similar to one me and my high-school buddies would have after Wednesday night church trying to decide whether to go to Wendy’s or the BK Lounge… I guess I had a preconceived notion that there was sort of great wisdom that was always a part of adult conversation that allowed them to make decisions.
Be careful… reading the next statement may open your eyes in a way that has never happened before…
Adults don’t necessarily know much more than your average teenager. Most of them simply know that they haven’t figured it all out, where many teens still think they are at about 97% or more of all that can be known or understood.
We are all just a part of this thing we call the human race, experiencing this thing we call “breathing”. Cut your parents some slack. They are just old children trying to do the best they can with what they have. Hopefully this understanding will help you. My immediate reaction to the exchange in my story was to realize all the times my parents could have easily said “Yes”, and didn’t… for who knows what simple reason… My second reaction was to being to ponder who my parents were, outside of the role they hold as my parents.
I have found that when I try to show my kids that I know everything it’s simply because I wish I did, for their betterment. But I don’t have all the answers or all the power, any more than that kid at school who is so “popular” and seems to have everything figured out, or that guy at work who has everything going for him and couldn’t have any problems.
I think you’ll find that as soon as you have a more graceful understanding of the human race in general, you’ll start cutting yourself some slack as well.
I received an email recently from a friend asking for some pitfalls that often plague Youth Ministers during their day-to-day ministries. This friend is the type that you would do anything for, so of course I hit the “Reply” button and immediately started typing.
What an adventure it is growing up as a minister’s kid. Yet so many times you might find that the road you are traveling is a little bumpier than you thought it would be. This can be exceptionally difficult if you are truly trying to live out your faith and things still seem to be extremely difficult.
As many of you may already know, the family of singer/songwriter, Steven Curtis Chapman, lost Maria, the 5 year old girl they adopted from China. She was struck by the family SUV, driven by one of her brothers in the driveway of their home in Tennessee. The prayers of the team here at MinistersKid.com go out to the Chapman family, and especially to the brother who is now wrestling with this terrible accident.
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