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Front Seat Passengers Teaching Guide
Series: "Get in the Front Seat!" A Study of Colossians
Dr. Deb Waterbury
Notre Dame football coach, Lou Holtz, used to say,
“We’re not what we want to be, and we aren’t what we ought to be, but thank God, we aren’t what we used to be!”
There is a lot of truth in that statement. We certainly aren’t what we want to be; I don’t think any of us would disagree with that. We aren’t what we should be. Take a look in the mirror and know that is true! But the joyful thing is we also aren’t what we used to be. Praise God for that!
I know I equate so much of this in simpler terms to parenting, but in a simpler sense, that is exactly what is going on. After all, God is our Father and we are His children.
But when I think of this concept, I think of watching my boys growing up. It was so exciting when they were first born. It was all so new and everything seemed so wonderful. And then they started to grow, and talk, and run, and rebel! Sometimes it was hard to remember how I used to feel when I’d look into those little eyes straight home from the hospital. As a matter of fact, once they hit their teenage years, I all but forgot those moments!
There were moments, and I know you know what I’m talking about, when I wondered how in the world they would ever turn out o.k. I couldn’t see many times, how what they were doing or saying would ever turn out right.
Jeff and I used to sit up at nights sometimes, talking about them. In mine and Jeff’s relationship, he is the pessimist and I am the optimist. Jeff will always see the glass half empty and I always tend to see it as half full. Of course, that sometimes translates into my extraordinarily stubborn streak that often refuses to take “no” for an answer, but that’s a lesson for another time…J
When Jeff and I talked about the boys in terms of who they would be, I admit that futures very often looked bleak. Their actions and decisions in no way reflected successful, God-fearing young men. Jeff would hang onto those facts like grim death! He would just hang his head and say that whichever one we were talking about at the time would amount to nothing. He’d exclaim, sadly, that they were lazy or poor decision-makers or unmotivated to do anything correctly.
Now, maybe it’s the mother in me, but I always disagreed. I’m not saying I didn’t have my moments of wondering how it would happen, but I could see deeper than the poor decisions and the mouth and the wrong behavior. I could see who they really were. I knew that those young men, eventually, would become who they were supposed to become. I didn’t know when and I didn’t know by what means, but I ...
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