Thursday, May 21, 2020

I Hate My Parents


One day as I was talking with my daughter Sarah, she said to me, “I hate my parents because they gave me morals.”  She continued, “If I didn’t have morals I could do what I want, when I want.”

“I know what you mean” I answered.  I continued, “You could just turn your back and walk away from a situation or a person or you could call a person an idiot who’s acting like a jerk.”

“Yup” she answered.  “Life would be so much simpler.”

“Absolutely!” I exclaimed.  “But then you gotta live with yourself afterwards.”

To which Sarah replied, “I hate you dad.”

I am reminded of Moses who “chose to be mistreated along with the people of God rather than to enjoy the fleeting pleasures of sin.  He regarded disgrace for the sake of Christ as of greater value than the treasures of Egypt because he was looking ahead to his reward” (Hebrews 11:25-26).

Whether we believe in God or the after life or not, life is bigger than ourselves or the moment.  The Hebrew writer goes on to say, “No discipline seems pleasant at the time, but painful.  Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it.”  In other words, we reap what we sow.

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