Life a Weblog for Young Adults

Thanksgiving 1989. Aunt Bess rambled on and on about how the legal driving age should be raised to 21. Aunt Marion seconded the opinion, adding that they should up the voting age while they’re at it. It was the only thing they ever agreed on. My grandmother was hovering in one corner of the kitchen trying to avoid the “rays” of the microwave. Grandpa agreed with his daughters and offered the idea that President Bush (Sr., then) could make a federal law prohibiting all teenage rights. Mom and Dad nodded in unison.

That’s a scary thought, right? When darkness reigns? That’s what Jesus said as He was being led off to trial and crucifixion. He chided the chief priests, officers of the temple guard, and the elders in Luke 22.

Everyone knows that forgiveness is not so easy that it can be put on a chore list next to “pick up dry cleaning” and “rotate tires.” It’s complicated. Messy. Guilt-inducing. Especially as the holidays approach.