Most men like cars. They talk about the power, the curves, the engines and how many leaders they hold. (Sorry. That was hilarious in my head.) But I pretty much can’t stand them.. cars, that is. I can appreciate the idea of a nice car, but have only ever experienced a vehicle likely to get me where I need to go. And it is this uncertainty that has driven me to my knees more times than I can count. I’m all for the world getting back in the saddle. Quite literally, everyone abandoning automobiles and wrangling up a bunch of horses.
My friends who enjoy cars, however, see my disdain as a product of my choices. They’re convinced if I were willing to spend more than five grand on a vehicle, I might be able to drive to Walmart more often without breaking down. And they’re eager to advise oil changes, fluid checks and working blinkers – all too tedious in my opinion. See, I want transportation without all the maintenance.. or cost.. or thinking. Foolish, I know. But if the car moves in the right direction, I don’t care how many engine lights are blinking at me. I’m mechanically short-sighted and will pay in the long run.
As a youth pastor, I’ve worked with parents who admittedly became short-sighted. They’d grown content with their well-mannered, obedient teenagers. (Yes, these do exist.) They’d set their influence on cruise control and had been lured into simply and gently guiding the wheel when necessary. Their teenager’s smile and future were indeed bright. But it was in the midst of this apparent paradise, the contentment of “good” had placated a desire of “godly”.
In light of the violent, ignorant, and sex-crazed teenage culture so often displayed around us, many have come to be satisfied, and often impressed, with teenagers who are polite, discrete, and submissive. And rightly so to an extent, though not at the cost of godliness. May we spurn revival in our homes and churches and eagerly seek to produce teenagers who crave holiness, hate selfishness, beat their chests in prayer, and seek to serve God with their lives.
It starts with us.