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Subject: People over 35 should be dead. Here’s why:
According to today’s regulators and bureaucrats, those of us who were kids in the 40’s, 50’s, 60’s, or even maybe the early 70’s probably shouldn’t have survived.
Our baby cribs were covered with bright colored lead-based paint.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets, and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets. (Not to mention the risks we took hitchhiking.)
As children, we would ride in cars with no seatbelts or air bags. Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day was always a special treat.
We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle. We ate cupcakes, bread and butter, and drank soda pop with sugar in it, but we were never overweight because we were always outside playing. We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle, and no one actually died from this.
We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then rode down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the street lights came on. No one was able to reach us all day! NO CELL PHONES!!!!!
We did not have Playstations, Nintendo 64, X-Boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable, video tape movies, surround sound, personal cell phones, personal computers, or Internetchat rooms.
We had friends! We went outside and found them. We played dodge ball, and sometimes, the ball would really hurt. We fell out of trees, got cut and broke bones and teeth, and there were no
lawsuits from these accidents. They were accidents. No one was to blame but us. Remember accidents?
We had fights and punched each other and got black and blue and learned to get over it.
We made up games with sticks and tennis balls and ate worms, and although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes, nor did the worms live inside us forever.
We rode bikes or walked to a friend’s home and knocked on the door, or rang the bell or just walked in and talked to them.
Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn’t had to learn to deal with disappointment!
Some students weren’t as smart as others, so they failed a grade and were held back to repeat the same grade. Tests were not adjusted for any reason.
Our actions were our own. Consequences were expected. The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke a law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law. Imagine that!
This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers and problem solvers and inventors, ever. The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.
We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all.
And you’re one of them! Congratulations!
I am one privileged puppy! I get to teach seminary and graduate students — and I often feel that I learn more from them than they do from me. I don’t feel that so keenly that I’m going to refund a percentage of their tuition, but you get the point. I am deeply impressed with the quality of student we have here at Columbia International University Seminary and School of Ministry (our cheers at basketball games last longer than the games themselves: “Give me a ‘C’!,” etc.).
One of the courses I’m privileged to teach this semester is entitled “Theological Methods and Issues.” It is an upper-level course in which students study poor and best practices in doing theological research. They also present two major papers in class which we evaluate, critique, and otherwise encourage each other to pursue possible publication. [I’ll ask some of my students later if they will give me permission to publish some of their papers here in this blog].
One of my students presented a paper on “A Theology of Risk.” He spoke about our “risk-averse” faith and how we look to insulate ourselves from all risks. Referring to Mark Buchanan’s book Your God Is Too Safe, this student talked about some in our culture who are addicted to risk (one thinks of Extreme Sports junkies). He referred to Greg Tung’s 365 days of doing something each day which “scared” him.
In our culture, especially in our Christian sub-culture, it looks like we are comfort-addicted. Instead of longing for an adventure of faith, we cushion ourselves against hurt and hard work, acting as if we can just glide to glory. (to be continued)
1. What risks are you taking in your walk of faith?
2. How does a risk-averse life keep us from a life of trusting God?