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Young again

For those of you who visit here on a regular basis, I apologize for not writing in a while. My schedule has not lent itself to writing every morning. Let me just say that in north Texas, grass dies in the winter. You may not have to mow your lawn from November through April, except for some weeds that can get tall. I am still getting used to the Tropics, where grass grows all the time and insects never die. It's February and I'm treating fire ant mounds. Something just doesn't seem right about that.

Anyway...I received many comments about the entry I wrote last week about teenagers. Many of you have expressed thankfulness that the Lord never gives up on us. Amen to that. Those of us who grew up in the church probably had meaningful encounters with Christ as teenagers. We were quick to make commitments and we were totally sincere. But, for so many, things didn't turn out like we thought. There are many reasons for that, but, needless to say, we can give thanks for a God who passionately pursues us over the course of our lives. Our God knows us so intimately that He even knew (before we knew Him!) all of the failure and sorriness we were capable of, and He called us and revealed Himself to us anyway. Whatever season of life you are in, this is the perfect time to be renewed and rediscover the passion for Christ you were capable of as a youth.

I am taking an informal survey: If you could go back and do it all over, and know what you know now, would you be a teenager again? Let me hear from you. Tell if you would and why or why not. You can email me at pastor@fbcrockport.org

Comments

Unknown said…
Scott,
No, I don't believe that I want to be a teenager again in this day & time. It was simpler when I was a teen. No drugs or gangs to contend with, and the teachers had authority to discipline. Also, there are those fears of rejection, when asking a girl out. Today, the girls ask boys out, I guess.
B.J.

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