Fairview Baptist Tabernacle
Wednesday, February 21, 2018
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 Archived Pastor's Desk 2018.02.04




February 4 – February 10 


Scripture Passage: “Remember not the sins of my youth, nor my transgressions: according to thy mercy remember thou me for thy goodness sake, O Lord.”   Psalms 25:7

Dear Friends,

     A good friend and I were riding together the other day when the subject turned to our teenage years.  The comment was made that God watches out after fools and drunks.  Since I have never been drunk, that only leaves one category for me to fall in.  I do not classify myself as a fool, but I have done a lot of foolish things.  I agree with my friend, we both should have been killed many times over.  “But God, who is rich in mercy, for his great love wherewith he loved us…”  (Ephesians 2:4) spared me and allowed me to live to tell about it.  I am not going to go into detail (sorry to disappoint you) but it is sufficient to say I was not always as good a boy as people gave me credit to be. I learned some lessons the first time and never repeated them again, other lessons had to be taught several times over before they would sink in.  Have you ever been engaged in conversation with a friend from your teenage years when he said, “Do you remember when you…?”  Your heart sinks to your feet, your face flushes blood red, and you begin to look and see if any of your children are listening.  It is a sobering moment and you wish they would just shut up.  Some things are better left unsaid.


     Why do you think the teenage years are so formidable?  These are the years we are progressing from a child to an adult.  For twelve years, most of our decisions have been made for us, when to take bath, to brush our teeth, and even what to wear.  We go from playing cars to wanting to drive one – really fast. We go from looking at Sports Illustrated for the sports articles to the swim suit addition to see the babes.  We not only want to chase “little Suzie,” around the playground, we actually want to catch her.  We want to smoke a cigarette, taste a beer, and do stupid things just to see what it feels like.  There is something about being told what to do, and what not to do, that goes against the maturation process and the development of our hormones.  We still want to be provided for by our parents, while at the same time having complete freedom to make our own choices.  We want to enjoy the pleasures of forbidden fruit while bypassing the consequences that go along with them.  It is a miracle when teenagers, and parents, make it through these seven years.  Some do not.  Why?


     I would like to use the analogy of breaking a colt to be ridden.  That colt was bred and born to have a high spirit that thrives on freedom.  If you break that spirit you have also broken, or at least hindered, its abilities.  If you fail to tame that spirit it is fit for nothing but to rebel.  It requires all your time and attention just to keep it corralled.  An owner of a registered thorough bred knows that it takes time, attention, and money to get the colt through this process.  The key word here is attention.  Because he has invested so much money, he is going to be willing to exhibit patience and invest time to get the most out of his treasure.  I tend to do the same thing with the upkeep of a vehicle.  When it comes to children and teenagers we want instantaneous results.  Here is the point I am trying to make. The colt cannot help that it is a colt.  It has all these mixed up emotions and pent up energy.  It wants to obey and please, but at the same time desires to be free.  The responsibility lies with the trainer, not the colt.  There are certain things the trainer never changes, because even a colt needs stability.  There are other things he adjusts and tries differently.  He does everything possible to give that colt its best chance to succeed.  Our children are our greatest treasures.  They are worth the time, attention, and money we invest.  Be willing to persevere and spend time with them.  You may find you have a thoroughbred on your hands.  I know they are - because they belong to YOU. 


In Christ,


Pastor Johnny



Pastor Johnny



Pastor Johnny