Paradise Calvary Chapel

Devotionals

The Adult Myth
Anonymous - Sept. 10, 2018
Devotional

“As far as the east is from the west, so far has He removed our transgressions from us. As a father pities his children, so the Lord pities those who fear Him” (Psalm 103:12-13).

If life has taught me anything, it’s that adults are a myth; there’s no such thing in this world as a “grown up.” When I was young, I believed in the myth wholeheartedly; I even had such fanciful thoughts that I would one day become one of these creatures. Alas, the world has shown me the truth, there is no such thing as adults—just large children.

I’ve worked around kids; I have many nieces and nephews. They’re loud, impatient, petty, short-sighted, and—quite often—they don’t know any better. Now, children can be adorable, as well; there are very few things as adorable as when they do their best to make their parents happy. Nonetheless, they can be a handful even on the best of days.

As I’ve observed children and how they behave, I’ve come to the realization that they are exactly how God sees us. There is not one description that I gave for a child that I can not help but feel applies to adults. If you think I’m wrong, spend some time driving and just wait and see how long it takes before someone has the exact same look of a three-year-old throwing a tantrum. Seeing the world as what amounts to a gigantic playpen really gives perspective to how God sees us. When we’re rebellious and disobey God, and then lie, say that we’ve done nothing wrong, and blame other people for our mistakes, it looks eerily similar to how a toddler first refuses to follow the rules, and then does everything to avoid being punished. Conversely, when we do well and seek to please God, the picture of that child trying his hardest to make breakfast for his parents comes to mind; he makes a mess and he uses the wrong utensils, yet it’s still heart-melting to see him putting so much effort into making his parents’ day. Sometimes, we mess up, and we become that child who broke a plate, or who got hurt playing. Some of us know that the best thing to do is go tell Dad. Other times, we get the brilliant idea, “Hey, I can handle this,” and the situation can very quickly become much worse. I can admit that there have been times in my life that going to the Father for help hasn’t been the first thought that came to mind, but it would be so much better for me if I did. It brings God joy when we want to please Him, but it’s also important to remember when to go to Him for help—He’s the only grown up we can ask, after all.