Thoughts at 21. . . I have a long way to go.

Today I turned 21 years old. I like to joke around with my friends about how "counter-cultural" our 21st birthdays are. The majority of 21 year olds are having a long sought after legal drinking bash for the first time in their life. And if you are really a freakishly obedient child, it might be your first drinking bash. Nonetheless, I quickly begin to feel very saintly and spiritual because God has brought me from the foolishness of my sin and showed me the deep satisfaction I can have in him without some worldly pleasure. And don't get me wrong, I am very thankful for that. Only God could have done it. But I want to share with you the thoughts of a man who was a plodder, sinner, and saint on his last birthday here on earth. As I read this I realized I am celebrating my birthday much different than he. He shares a humble, sincere, Christ-like dependence in his heart that comes only from sweet communion with God and many bruising experiences that allowed him to savor Jesus above all. So at 21, and feeling extra spiritual because I'm having root beer and not "a cold one", I humbly sit and read the musings of Dan Cummings, plodder, sinner, and saint, who contemplates life in Jesus Christ at his 48th and final birthday on earth. Needless to say, I have a long way to go. But by the grace of God at 48 I won't be as prideful and selfish as I am at 21. Read this for your Joy, it is worth the five minutes. Trust me.