(Non-sports fans–this is not a sporty post. Don’t bail at the first reference to ultimate.)
I may be the youngest fifty-year-old I know. And by that, I mean least mature.
On Sunday, my ultimate team in our fall league finally won a game (kind of). Afterward, we did a cheer for the other team, as is traditional in ultimate, a silly yell or song or something to congratulate/enourage/amuse the opponent. Their team is “Tropical Stormtroopers.” So I suggested,
Tropical Stormtroopers/”That’s no moon.”/”I have a bad feeling about this.”/We’ll see you again soon.
A teammate suggested the last line, which was a good rhyme/conclusion. Then my teammates all told me they didn’t know my references. They aren’t all fifteen. I think a couple are in their thirties; one may be in his forties
So step back. I’m out on a Sunday afternoon playing ultimate, of course I am, at 49 years and 354 days. I played well. Not what I could do at 29, not as fast as 39, but I didn’t embarrass myself. I represented. I’m guarding a kid who is 17 and faster than smoke. A Big deal. Makes me happy, keeps me sane.
Then I reference Star Wars, the original, that we eventually started calling A New Hope or Episode IV, that was the formative movie of my childhood, with two of the most recognized quotes from the entire franchise (have you never seen a meme?*). No one recognizes it. But it rhymed, and after I explained it they were all, “OH! Okay!” And we did our cheer…
…and no one on the other team recognized the references.
So here I am, youthful but old. The mirror won’t let me forget that I’m fifty. Neither will the sun, when it burns my scalp where I used to have high SPF hair.
I realized long ago that to relate to young adults, which has been God’s main calling on my life, I need to have some clue what they’re talking about. But I’ve seen people try to be hip and young when they’re not and <shudder> that doesn’t help. Somewhere in between, there’s a balance.
My Peter Pan streak helps. It’s not like I have to try to remain immature. That seems to take care of itself. My friend Michael, celebrating his 25th anniversary today, just described marriage as “relentless tolerance.” Ah, Lord, you have gifted Kim with that, and she practices it every day, and I am so grateful.
My eldest, Rowan, recently expressed that life seems to expect mastery after only two rodeos. That’s a small number of rodeos.
I agree wholeheartedly. I’m fifty and every day I feel like I’m winging it, trying to pick up cues from the people around me how this is supposed to work. But at fifty I know–most other people feel that way, too. Maybe not as often.
There are so many things I don’t know at 50 that I thought I’d know by now. I know so much more about myself than I did at twenty or thirty, but I still baffle me. The line about “I’ll feel like I’m an adult when I’m…” sounds like a joke to me now. But the lack thereof no longer stresses me out.
At fifty, I am a pastor and a writer. How do I know? I pastor people and I write stuff. Will I ever make money writing? I hope so. It would make life easier and would sure be nicer for Kim. But titles have no bearing on who we are: many people with the position of pastor do not pastor at all (far too many, tragically) and wherever I go and however I get paid (or not), I pastor. God made me to be this. Likewise, the words always flow and someone reads them and tells me they relate or that it helps or I made them laugh or think. Will I ever have the title of “pastor” again? I don’t know. But on my birthday, having the people I’ve loved and invested in recognize the impact I’ve had in their lives? Priceless.
Several different mentors have stressed to me, “Doing flows from being.” I get this now. I do these things because this is who I am; I do these things from who I am.
Maybe I can say, fifty years in, I know who I am. Not that I always understand why I behave in certain ways, but I know who I am. I know who God made me to be. Living from here, whether a year or another fifty, is not trying to figure that out but trying to live it faithfully.
So how do I faithfully live being immature?
I’m asking that half seriously, half tongue in cheek. I tell the young people I mentor that one indicator of maturing is learning to recognize my emotions and then choose my response, rather than having my emotions dictate my response. By this measure, I have matured phenomenally…and still have some ways to go.
There’s an entire series to be written about spiritual maturity and I would need some guest writers to help with that (*makes mental note*). Take this not as a summary but merely a glimmer: spiritual maturity involves being the message we speak. In this sense, hypocrisy is the opposite of maturity. I hope, and fervently pray, I am maturing in this.
But as for US common measures of maturity…I don’t know where my phone is.
And a part of me hopes I don’t find it.
*”That’s no moon meme” comes up second on the Google search autofill. Yeah.
8 thoughts on “A blog post on my fiftieth birthday. ”
(Doesn’t get Star Wars reference)… can we even be friends? Laughing out loud.
“She’s never seen Star Wars? Ted the only people in the universe who have never seen Star Wars are the characters in Star Wars and that’s cause they lived them Ted, that’s cause they lived the Star Wars.”
What I say to the 43-year-old in the mirror: “be who you actually are.”
Then he mutter back: “because you suck at being everyone else.”
Can we still be friends if I’ve only ever seen bits and pieces of star wars? When I was a kid they were verboten and then by the time I got to college everyone else knew so much about them I felt inferior so I just never said anything…
I almost wonder if it would be a let down to watch them now…
Does your husband know?
JK, I’m guessing it’s come up. We can try. But someday I’m going to have to hear about this childhood in which you were not allowed to see Star Wars.
High SPF hair… lol!
Man, I’m glad someone thought that was funny!
I saw the first Star Wars and bits and pieces of some of the others. Didn’t do much for me. (I’m not a big fan of movies at all, and I am generally not impressed by celebrity.) I do, however, like some of the things that Carrie Fisher has said since starring in those films. The first quote may be relevant to your role as pastor, and the second may be relevant to your turning 50 years old:
“Be kind. Don’t hurt other people. It’s all the sort of Christian ethics stuff I thought was bullshit when I was a kid. No, it turns out it’s not bullshit. Tell the truth, be kind, all that corny stuff.” – Carrie Fisher, Rolling Stone, 2016.
“I’m not happy about being older, except what are the options?” – Carrie Fisher