We’ve all heard the age old saying, “The difference between men and boys is the price of their toys.” All of us seem to grasp the wisdom of that proverb.
This week, I’ve been pondering exactly when I put away my little toys. It’s as though there is a magic invisible door we all must crawl through. On one side of the door is the life of a carefree little child and on the other side, a grown up with all the stuff that goes along with being an adult.
Here’s the problem with growing up and going through that door. You can’t go back. It’s as if you’re skinny going through but fat trying to go back through that same narrow door. Maybe that’s what Paul means in 1st Corinthians 13:11. “When I was a child I spoke and thought like a child. But when I became a man, my thoughts grew far beyond those of my childhood, and now I have put away my childish things.”
So does that mean I can’t play with my grandson’s Hot Wheels on Friday night anymore? Oh well, I’ll just go to the races. See what I mean by the price of the toys?
In my growing up, I think my Dad pulled me through that skinny on one side, fat on the other side, door. One day at age thirteen, I was playing in the sandbox. My Dad said that I was too old to be doing such childish things. The next week, I had thirty-two lawns to mow and an early morning paper route. No going back for me.
You know, as I think about it, over my life time, I’ve come through many doors wishing I had never pushed on them to see if they would open. Then again, had I never pushed on any door, I’d still be in the sandbox.
Here’s another door you can’t go back through once you enter through it---the door to heaven! The one place that, once you are there, you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else!
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