“For the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal” (2 Corinthians 4:18).
Sketching this kid, I asked how old he was.
“I’m 9,” he said.
Then, making conversation to keep him focused, I said, “Do you like being 9, or do you wish you were 12 or 13?”
I thought I knew the answer. Children always seem to want to be older than they are.
“I like being 9,” he said. “I’m still a kid and can still get by with a lot of stuff.”
Now, there’s a 9-year-old worthy of the name!
We all start out in life as immature. The trick is not to grow attached to what should be a temporary status, to camp out there and resist growing up.
I heard about a two-year-old who rebelled when her parents announced plans for her third birthday party. “I’m two and I don’t want to be three!”
Eventually, after she had stubbornly made that point over several days, they canceled the celebration and went right on saying she was two years old.
Some people love being babies.
The immature–those claiming squatters’ rights on juvenility–are all around us. They will go into debt for expensive toys while skipping payments on the mortgage. They will pour hundreds of dollars into shiny wheels for their pickup when the children need dental work or the family lives in a shack. They live for their own pleasure and grow pouty when asked to consider others.
Pity the person married to the immature. Pity the employee whose boss has never grown up. Pity the pastor sent to shepherd a congregation of two-year-olds.
Pity the congregation saddled with an immature pastor!