I just came in from my morning walk.
My devotions led me to this.
…when I became an adult, I put an end to childish ways. 1 Corinthians 13:11
Some childish ways we want. We want to be trusting. And sweet. And capable of faith. And innocent.
We have to grow up to be childish like that.
Every teacher who ever managed a classroom has heard it. Every parent with more than one child has heard it. Every counselor who has worked with hurting couples has heard it. Every person who has heard the justifications for our politicians’ words and actions has heard it.
“He (or she) hit me first.”
The “playground defense” for our actions is tragically understandable. It is rooted in an “eye for an eye” way of living.
It is also woefully inadequate.
It is indistinguishable from the ways of a world that is so fragmented and hostile and hurting that it would be laughable if it wasn’t so avoidable, destructive, suicidal.
Someone has to grow up.
Imagine the predicament if God acted like us.
The counsel I quoted from the Book is in the context of love.
To grow up is not to arm ourselves better. Or learn more shocking insults. Or spew more offensive profanities.
It is to love.
Like Jesus loved.
It takes the most mature sort of adult to do this.