The Queen of Dork-dom
“I can’t wait until I figure out what’s wrong with me / So I can say this is the way that I used to be / There’s no substitute for time.”
-John Mayer, “Split Screen Sadness”
My dad told me once that when he was eight years old, he looked back at when he had been five and said, “Gee, what a dork I was.” When he was eleven years old he looked back on when he was eight and said, “Man, I was a dork.” When he was fourteen he looked back on when he was eleven and said “Golly, I was such a dork.” When he was seventeen he looked back on when he was fourteen and said, “Man, I’m glad I’m not like that any more. I was a dork.” When he was 21 he looked back on when he was seventeen and said “Wow, I was a dork. Thank God I’m not seventeen anymore.” When I was born and he held me in his arms he looked back on himself at 21 and said, “I was such a selfish, irresponsible dork. I have to do better.”
But at some point he realized that that is what it means to be a Christian: not only do you mature socially, but you mature spiritually. So being a Christian means there will never come a time when you look back at yourself three years ago, and are satisfied.
I pray that three years from now I like myself better than I do now.
