As I am sitting here remembering my teenage years I see a lot of confusion and a girl searching for truth, for love, for acceptance, and for relevance.
The interesting thing in all of that is that the word teenager doesn’t even exist in the Hebrew language. So was it mankind bringing that age of confusion into our society and making us believe ‘it’s normal’ over the past centuries? Were we never intended be so called ‘teenagers’? What happened…? But anyway, I’ll hold off on that for another entry.
The one year one of my ‘teens’ I remember the most is the year I turned sixteen. 2001 was sad, interesting, exciting and very odd all in one. There were so many questions I had that seemingly no one really could answer. I remember getting this answer a lot from many people: “That’s just the way it is.” I remember thinking, “why is it the way it is? And if people think that everything is just the way it is then why are they themselves confused about matters of life?”
In Europe we are so caught up in traditions and religion that it seems everyone is somewhat walking around like a robot just doing what their parents did because “That’s just the way you do it.”When you fill out an official paper in Switzerland it asks what religious category you belong to. Even though most everyone my age might have only gone to church a maximum of five times in their entire life and never picked up a bible, they’d check the ‘Catholic’ or ‘Protestant’ box. This is most likely as close as they get to even bother getting answers from the church authorities. And, the terms catholic and protestant have more so become a place in society than a statement of faith. To be honest, I don’t blame them. Who wants to be part of a boring and legalistic church service? Our generation wants transparency and truth. We can smell ‘fake’ from miles away and are sure not going to participate in anything that can’t withstand the test of reality.
Here is the problem though… reality, morals and truth seem now-a-days to be judged by every individual’s opinion and are not based on a rock solid foundation.
In my desperate search for answers and at a loss thereof, even though I grew up in church, I finally turned to the one book that has been the best seller for millennia, the authoritative Word of God. It is THE love letter to every person that’s ever been born. Even though my mind was still confused, my teen years filled with mistakes, and my life not being the most glamorous one, I knew in my heart that if I make Jesus the Lord and Savior of my life, I will stand on a rock solid foundation that has never been able to be shaken or destroyed since the beginning of time. I knew that I was finally safe and free!
“My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.” (Psalm 73:26 NIV84)
“How so?” you may ask… Stay tuned for the next post…