When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. (I Corinthians 13:11 NIV).
The essential spiritual difference between childhood and adulthood is that the adult hears the steady tick-tock of man’s mortality. Children in an endless summer chase butterflies, inspect ant hills and flowers, and feel the wind in their hair. Adults, even young adults, feel the pressure of beating the clock (scarcity of time) in terms of career, building a family, and pleasing the gravitas forces of judgment that render the bottom line pronouncement of success or failure for the fleeting trajectory of one's life. These fundamental pressures of adulthood can, in short, make one kind or mean as hell. The kind one’s transcend the obsessive tick-tock of the mortal clock with a shimmering celestial vista of hope that transcends with childlike imagination the drop-dead date of time.
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