“When I consider Your heavens,
the work of Your fingers,
the moon and the stars,
which You have set in place,
what is mankind that you are mindful of Him,
human beings that you care for them?”
-- Psalm 8:3-4
I’ve spent five days with teenagers. It’s like being a pretend parent without having to save for college, or worry about the long-term impact of the pizza rolls and cheese sticks we’ve been gorging ourselves on in passing.
They are good kids. Most teenagers are, despite what the local media would like you to believe. Here’s the trick: they actually have to believe you like them, which means you have to like them because nobody, particularly teenagers, likes a phony. (If you don’t believe me, read The Catcher in the Rye.) That accomplished, all of the rest of the relational ickyness will work itself out.
This week I’ve seen so many awesome things. From teenagers stretched out end to end on the beach, reading their Bibles and completing devotionals, to awesome male leaders guiding impressionable young men, who do not necessarily have a male role model, good, bad, or otherwise, I am in awe of the work God is doing in so many lives.
Nature brings out the eternal optimist in me. It’s hard to argue a godless world in sight of all the organized chaos coordinated into a universe which actually works. Right now I am sitting on the balcony, typing, as my five girls are eating the remaining contents of the fridge, giggling in the living room. I can hear the surf pounding the shore in this rhythmic pace like a divinely conducted orchestra, interrupted occasionally by the shrill sounding laugh of a teenage girl.
Honestly, this week the diet has gone down the toilet. Other than the daily devotionals, I haven’t done much reading. Today is my first time to write all week. I kinda forgot to pay bills, which should have been done on Monday. (I’ll do it via phone on the bus ride home.) And, yeah, none of those things were part of the ultimate plan, but if I had it to do over again, I totally would.