Part II of Reading the Signs

"Potty training stories? What is that woman thinking?"

If you read my previous blog post, you might wonder what diapers have to do with living a deeper life, splashing in the deep end, or diving into words, worship, and wonder--my tag lines.

I didn't know myself until just now.

What's the significance here, Lord? Talking to a friend the other day, I commented that many things in life are so horrible, we know there must be laughter hidden deep inside, or so hysterical that the profound can easily hide in its depths.

Diapers?

Don't we adults often act like a child resistant to potty training? We know very well the mature thing to do. But we choose the immature. The sharp, caustic word. The path toward revenge rather than healing. Sloth over sacrifice. Greed over generosity. A face-saving lie, which is an oxymoron, don't you think?

Oh, we know the right thing to do, the mature path. But we choose pouting. Or a miniature temper tantrum. Or...well, sin.

It might be funny for a day or two with a toddler. It's not the least bit amusing when an adult chooses immaturity.

Not to put words in God's mouth, but don't you suppose He's sometimes tempted to say to us, "Oh, grow up!"