We’ve heard it said that youth is wasted on the young. The
saying has an element of truth, as sayings usually do. When we are young, we
don’t know to savor the moments. As someone (I don’t know who) poignantly
reminds us: “At some point in your childhood, you and your friends went outside
to play together for the last time and nobody knew it.” When my boys were
little, our bed-time routine was for the three of us to sit in the rocking
chair while I read to them, or we sang, or we chatted about whatever came to mind. I tried
to savor those moments as they were happening but I wish I could have known
which night was the last time it was ever going to happen.
I don’t know the solution to the ignorance of our youth, but
it’s never too late to start appreciating our Creator and his blessings. The
writer of Ecclesiastes (assumed to be Solomon) has a gloomy outlook on middle
age and beyond. Trouble does come but it doesn’t have to rob us of all our joy.
Our years and maturity should at least have taught us as much – if we have
faith in God’s promises. Because joy is more than pleasure, and the lack of
trouble is no guarantee of joy.
As the days of trouble come and the years approach, learn to
find the joy of the Lord. Paul’s prayer in Romans 15: 13 provides us with a
roadmap to joyful living: “May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace
as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the
Holy Spirit.” Pleasure? Who needs it?
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