For God’s sake, what do you suppose we are going to be, you and I? When we grow up? That may fall a bit flat, of course. Some of us here are no longer children, though we may act like it online. Surely many of us have all of our growing up behind us. We’re responsible, committed, and decisive. We’ve already seen enough to know we’ve seen enough. Perhaps the question isn’t “What are we going to do?”, but “What are we now and how well are we doing it?” Maybe the time has come for a performance review? Whether we’re doctors, drivers, or designers; electricians, pediatricians, or morticians; teachers, preachers, or in-betweeners; recently hired, fired, or retired; we all like to think that, one way or another, we’ve already figured it all out and we just have to keep doing what we’re doing they way we’re doing it. And yet, this ancient apostle, the right hand man of the Son of Man, the paradoxical Peter pens an epistle to the likes of those who follow Jesus then, now, and forever. And he has the nerve to call us babies. Like little infants, long for the spiritual milk, that by it you may grow up to salvation; for you have tasted the kindness of the Lord. In other words, no one’s story is finished. It does not matter how old or young you are, what you’ve done or left undone, God isn’t done with you because God is never done with anyone, and we all have some growing up to do...
