“He [Jesus] looked them [the Pharisees] in the eye, one after another, angry now, furious at their hard-nosed religion.” Mark 3:5
If you raised a teenagers you may have experienced the type of anger Jesus felt with the Pharisees. I especially felt my share of angst when my oldest child began to drive.
It was my first leap of faith as a parent to let Michael take the car and go off for an evening–before the days when every kid had a cell phones with a tracking device. I had to trust he was where he said he would be and that he would get home safely.
We gave Michael curfews—adjusting them for the event. However, he pushed the curfew more often than not. I sense he looked at the clock and thought, “It’s midnight, I’d better get home.” Thus, arriving ten or fifteen minutes past curfew. He had no idea how much anxiety I experienced for every minute he was late. When I’d hear his car slow down and pull into our driveway, I’d thank God, and in the next moment want to wring his neck.
Recently, my son handed over the keys to his own 16-year old daughter. I expect he will give her curfews and experience some of the same anxieties I did. I’m glad he’s a praying man.
Lord, give us wisdom in dealing with those who push our anger button. Amen.