Hire
Writers
Editors
Home Read What's New Join
Faith
Writers
Forum
My Account Login
Shop
Save
Support
Book
Store
Learn
About
Jesus
  

Read Our Devotional             2016 Opportunities to be Published             Detailed Navigation

The HOME for Christian writers! The Home for Christian Writers!




 
Christian Living PLEASE ENCOURAGE
AUTHOR BY COMMENTING


  LEAVE COMMENT ON ARTICLE   SEND A PRIVATE MESSAGE
  HIRE THIS WRITER
REPORT ARTICLE

 TRACK THIS AUTHOR ADD TO MY FAVORITES
corner
What's New
 
corner
 
A Long Afternoon
by Margaret Gass
08/06/09
Free to Share
Author requests article critique


  Mail
 





It was my favorite riddle as a young student in junior high: “What walks on four legs in the morning, two legs in the afternoon, and three legs in the evening?” The answer is, of course, man. Man crawls on four legs as an infant, learns to walk on his own two legs as an adult, and then requires help again in old age--represented in the riddle by the cane that a third “leg.” I loved the riddle’s imagery and it’s simplicity. I looked forward to the afternoon. It’s been a long afternoon.

We spend most of our lives in the afternoon, many of us wondering what happened to the day. It is the stage of life in which we spend the most time, and yet it is the one about which we know the least. The “experts” have studied infancy and childhood, and we are bombarded with information designed to give our children the happiest, healthiest, best, “perfect” childhood, assuming, of course, that we believe the experts. The study of geriatrics is also big business, especially within the last thirty years. A dear friend got her doctorate in geriatric studies at a time when most had never heard of the word…and now we hear nearly every day how to make this stage of life better, or just skip it all together.

The experts on “adulthood” disagree. Every day we learn through some new study how yesterday’s study is no longer true. Just in the afternoon of my own life, eggs have taken a beating: “Eat eggs--they’re brain food.” “The incredible, edible egg.” “Eggs are bad for you.” “Eggs have too much cholesterol and lead to heat attacks.” “Avoid eggs.” The experts gave us egg substitutes, convinced us to give up our eggs, or at least feel guilty if we didn’t. Then a new study came out last year: “Eggs aren’t as bad for us as scientists once thought--in fact, they may be the perfect food.” Aahhh…that would make it incredible once more.

Those experts dabble in every aspect of our adult lives. Self-help books abound to help us get more out of life. We spend our afternoons searching for meaning. Ironically, we can’t even agree on what it means to be an adult. Are we adults after high school? College? Marriage? Career? Are we adults at 18? 21? 30? We don’t know.

A Congressman from Tennessee wants to allow eighteen-year-olds in the NBA. Most of his arguments are compelling. Teens may compete in tennis, golf, gymnastics, hockey, and ice skating as professionals; they are barred from doing so in basketball and football. We must be twenty-one to drink, but at eighteen we can vote, sign contracts, and go to war as members of the military. We just can’t play in the NBA.

Perhaps that’s because adulthood is more than a number on a page--or it should be. Adulthood implies maturity, responsibility, and wisdom…doesn’t it? Shouldn’t it? I’m a parent with a mortgage, two jobs, and a son entering the afternoon. I’ve spent years telling him that a man is defined not by what is in his pants, but what is in his heart. All males are not men, at least not the kind of men most moms want their sons to be. We spend too much time telling our kids to grow up when most of us aren’t grown ourselves.

And though I am a fairly responsible adult, I sometimes feel as if I am just a kid playing house, as if my life is just a game, and I can play later. I can’t. And neither can my son. Though I don’t know exactly when morning became afternoon for me, I want my son to have a good afternoon…and I’ve discovered that I can’t guarantee that for him any more than I can for myself. That’s why I’m glad to know the One who created our days. It’s going to be a long afternoon…

PLEASE ENCOURAGE AUTHOR, LEAVE COMMENT ON ARTICLE
Read more articles by Margaret Gass or search for other articles by topic below.




Read more by clicking on a link:
Free Reprints
Main Site Articles
Most Read Articles
Highly Acclaimed Challenge Articles.
New Release Christian Books for Free for a Simple Review.

God is Not Against You - He Came on an All Out Rescue Mission to Save You


...in Christ God was reconciling the world to himself, not counting their trespasses against them... 2 Cor 5:19

Therefore, my friends, I want you to know that through Jesus the forgiveness of sins is proclaimed to you. Acts 13:38

LEARN & TRUST JESUS HERE

The opinions expressed by authors do not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
 
corner
Corner
This article has been read 375 times     < Previous | Next >


Member Comments
Member Date
Joy Bach  23 Aug 2009
This is excellent. What a good analogy. And I've known 70 year olds who had never reached adulthood.




TRUST JESUS TODAY











Free Audio Bible
500 Plus Languages
Faith Comes By Hearing.com