So Young

Bus ride home from uni. I was talking to a couple of Hope Brisbane people – Michelle and Rachel

Michelle: So what year are you in? 

Me: 1st

Michelle [shocked]: No way

Me [Lolling]: How old did you think I was?

Michelle: I don’t know, maybe 22 or something?

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Conversations like that always crack me up.  I’m not sure whether it’s my maturity or the fact that I look like an overgrown teenager means I look older than I really am.

It’s scary growing older though- people start referring to me as a young man. The “Do you have a girlfriend?” questions become seroius rather than just a joke. However despite these changes, this hasn’t led to an increased of any sort of seriousness or a reduction of me being a stunning example of uncoordination in motion.

However, I never want to stop growing in Christ. Because I don’t want to look back when I’m 30 and realise that I’m still at the same level of maturity when I was 16.

As Paul wrote in 1 Corinthians 13:11, there’s a time and place to act like a kid, to act like a child. But one day, there needs to be that realisation that it’s time to grow up. There will come a time when we will no longer be called the next generation but the generation that has been called to be God’s hand and feet. That it’s our turn to run the race for God – the baton’s been passed on to us to run our leg of the relay. And personally, I want to run my part of the race well.

At the end of the day, I want people to see that I’m an easy-going, funny, slighty *coughs* nerdy and immature guy. But when it comes to Christianity, I want them to see a young man growing in God.

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