Let us grow in every way into Him who is the head—Christ. Ephesians 4:15b (HCSB)
Harold sat alone in his secret hideout. He wished he could have been out playing with his friends but after his tantrum the last several weeks, he wasn't sure he even had any left. Not even Barney, who had been his best friend was talking to him. So he just sat in his secret hideout and stared at the ground.
As he sat there he thought he started making a list of all the things he could hear. There was the light drip drip of water left over from a shower earlier in the day, There was the sound of geese flying high over head. An occasional Chickadee would call out. There was the scurry of a mouse in the leaves in the corner of his hide out and there was what sounded like the whimper of a small puppy.
Soon enough, Harold's curiosity got to him and he got up off the floor and started scrounging around looking for the source of the whimpering. And soon enough, he found what looked like a picnic basket that was wiggling around. Carefully opening the lid, Harold looked inside and too his delight, he found a little tiny puppy.
“Hi there, young fella.” Harold said as he carefully picked the puppy up. “Don't you have any friends either?” With a smile on his face, the puppy started licking Harold's nose and that made Harold start giggling. “At least you're happy to see me!” he said, “Do you live around here?” Harold asked the puppy but the puppy just kept trying to lick Harold's nose.
Carefully, Harold put the puppy back on the ground. “Now that I've let you out of that basket you should go on home.” Harold told the puppy, “And I should be going home too.” But instead of going home like Harold thought the puppy would do, it followed him.
When he got home, Harold's sister was the first to comment on the puppy. “How cute!” she said “Who's is he?” Harold just shrugged in response. When Harold went in the house, the puppy scurried through the open door and started chewing on one of Stella's dolls. “Maybe I can keep you.” Harold said out loud when he saw the puppy chewing on Stella's doll.
“Keep what?” Harold's dad asked and then he saw the puppy. “Can I? Can I?” Harold asked with excitement, “He's not very big and he'll probably be a little forever, and I'll take really good care of him. Can I? Can I?” “I don't see why not.” Harold's dad responded “But, you do realize, he won't be a baby puppy forever, he will grow up.”
With a big grin on his face, Harold picked the puppy up and gave him a big hug. “You're my new best friend.” he said, “And dad's wrong, you'll never grow up.”
Have you ever wished that someone or something or maybe even yourself, never had to physically grow up. Kind of like the lost boys in Never Land in the story of Peter Pan. I know that as a parent I sometimes wish my little ones would stay little. They haven't and I don't think Harold's puppy will either.
Of course some of us fail to grow up mentally or emotionally or spiritually, etc. And sometimes its by choice. Years ago Amy Grant sang a song called Fat Baby written by Steve Miilikan and Rod Robinson that went like this:
I know a man, maybe you know him, too. You never can tell; he might even be you.
He knelt at the altar, and that was the end. He's saved, and that's all that matters to him.
His spiritual tummy, it can't take too much. One day a week, he gets a spiritual lunch.
On Sunday, he puts on his spiritual best, And gives his language a spiritual rest.
He's just a fat. He's just a fat little baby! Wa, wa, waaaaa....
He wants his bottle, and he don't mean maybe.
He sampled solid foods once or twice, But he says doctrine leaves him cold as ice.
Ba, ba, ba, ba...ba, ba...ba, ba!
He's been baptized, sanctified, redeemed by the blood, But his daily devotions are stuck in the mud.
He knows the books of the Bible and John 3:16. He's got the biggest King James you've ever seen!
I've always wondered if he'll grow up someday. He's momma's boy, and he likes it that way.
If you happen to see him, tell him I said, "He'll never grow, if he never gets fed."
In the book of Hebrews, the author had to chew out his readers for their failure to grow up. - By now you should be teachers, but you need someone to teach you again the first lessons of God’s message. You still need the teaching that is like milk. You are not ready for solid food. Anyone who lives on milk is still a baby and knows nothing about right teaching. Hebrews 5:12-13 (NCV)
Likewise, Paul as he wrote to those at Corinth growing up as well.
- 1 Corinthians 3:1-2 - Brothers and sisters, in the past I could not talk to you as I talk to spiritual people. I had to talk to you as I would to people without the Spirit—babies in Christ. The teaching I gave you was like milk, not solid food, because you were not able to take solid food. And even now you are not ready. (NCV)
- 1 Corinthians 14:20 - Brothers and sisters, do not think like children. In evil things be like babies, but in your thinking you should be like adults. (NCV)
- 1 Corinthians 13:11 - When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I stopped those childish ways. (NCV)
The bible reminds us to grow up, to grow in....
- 2 Peter 3:18 - Grow in grace and understanding of our Master and Savior, Jesus Christ. Glory to the Master, now and forever! Yes! (MSG)
- Hebrews 6:1 - So let us stop going over the basics of Christianity again and again. Let us go on instead and become mature in our understanding. Surely we don't need to start all over again with the importance of turning away from evil deeds and placing our faith in God. (NLT)
- 1 Thessalonians 3:12 - And may the Lord make your love grow and overflow to each other and to everyone else, just as our love overflows toward you. (NLT)
- Ephesians 4:15 - But speaking the truth in love, let us grow in every way into Him who is the head—Christ. (HCSB)
Here's Something To Ponder
- In what ways do you still act like a baby?
- In what way do you strive to grow?