believer of many decades and not have learned really basic stuff, like the fact that relationships are to be cherished. Possible to have gone to church for a lot of years, but still have the naivete of a baby Christian, without any of the wisdom that tends to accompany spiritual laugh lines, hot flashes, and age spots.
Growing older is guaranteed.
Growing spiritually is a choice.
Are we growing spiritually?
What milestones should we look for?
Letâs think back to when we were new believers. Think about how often we prayed, the kinds of sermons and teaching we digested, how hungry we were to read Godâs Word, the temptations we were struggling against. Then think about our lives today. If we canât see a lot of progress, we may be caught in a time warp: We may be forty-year-old Christians in diapers.
Of course, spiritual growth, just like physical growth, has one prerequisite: Before you can grow, you have to be born.
If youâre not growing spiritually, is it because youâve yet to be birthed into the family of God? If so, this is a great time for a birthday. A spiritual birthday. Talk to a pastor or a friend who attends church and tell them youâre ready for a new life with Jesus. Or e-mail me and letâs talk. Either way, timeâs short. Weâre not getting any younger, you and I. No use being spiritual embryos when Jesus desires to give us a full and abundant life!
So letâs grow.
Good-bye baby teeth, hello molars.
The stud in the tongue is optional.
29
Câmon In, the Waterâs Fine
W E â RE APPROACHING BATHING SUIT SEASON.
Iâm sorry, I didnât mean to be so shockingly blunt. I should have broken the bad news gently.
But itâs not like weâre not thinking about it already.
Iâve already passed racks of bathing suits in the stores and moaned.
Iâve already gotten bathing suit catalogs in the mail and rolled my eyes.
But itâs unavoidable. Here itâs June and schoolâs out and my kids are already begging to go to the city pool. Whatâs worse, Iâm going to have to go shopping for a new suit because the last one I bought was during the Nixon administration and itâs beginning to show some wear. (The suit, not the Nixon administration.)
The good news is that there are swimsuits these days designed to hide problem areas. There are skirts to hide tummies. Vertical stripes to slenderize. Bras with water-filled cups to maximize certain assets, and spandex bottom-control panels to minimize others.
I keep waiting for a suit with long sleeves.
Or maybe some flesh-colored elastic leggings to smooth out the fat deposits above my knees.
But really, I donât know whatâs worse. Wearing a suit that isnât flattering but is still tolerable enough to justify the expenditure of forty to eighty bucks . . . or the trauma of trying on three dozen suits that make me look horrible just to find the one that makes me look merely dumpy and unattractive.
Actually, Iâve been thinking about the folks who design department store dressing rooms. Obviously these folks are men. I say this because theyâre under the misconception that women in department store dressing rooms really want to know what they look like.
Based on this assumption, these men equip dressing rooms with bright lights and real mirrors (as opposed to candlelight and concave mirrors that take ten pounds off a woman right from the start).
Iâm not saying that the men who design dressing rooms should be deceptive. Iâm not saying that they should lie to us.
In fact, as far as Iâm concerned, they can post a disclaimer right there in the dressing room, that says âObjects in mirror are larger than they appear.â
We wonât care. We already know the truth. Weâll just be grateful not to have to look at every pound of it.
The truth is, Iâd love to love my body.
Iâd love to feel comfortable with the skin
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