youth.

You know how sometimes you drift off into deep thoughts but come out of it and totally forget what you were musing over? Well, lucky me caught one of those thoughts back today.

It was one of them from Saturday when I was at Frontline Youth as an over-aged youth haha.

I finally understood why the leaders kept telling us to make the most of our time in school (whether it be secondary school, junior college or polytechnic) over the years, especially when it came to sharing our faith.

Back in those days, life was so much simpler. It was school, CCA, home, church, all the social bits and pieces and whatever pursuits you (still) had time for. Drama then was ‘easy drama’, like me and T chuckled about at the back of the hall. Captains’ ball transported me right back to the good old days – running with abandon, laughing, poking fun at each other and just hanging out without a care in the world.

And we were much more daring. We had less inhibitions if you would believe it, despite all the insecurities that teenagers have. We took greater risks – that’s the truth. Age might make you wiser, but it makes you conservative… because your past misses and disappointments creep up on you. Responsibilities actually start to weigh something. People become jaded, skeptical, worrisome and so on. It makes you risk-adverse. It makes you small. Not that it has to make you small, only if you let it. But that’s another topic for another day.

But yes, when we’re young, we don’t think twice about jumping in head-first. We live life on the edge. We take bigger risks. Risking heartbreak, risking disappointments, risking rejection. And the list goes on… People might call it being rash, but sometimes that leap of faith or that tendency to take the plunge is the push you need to speak truth into someone else’s life. Sometimes thinking less isn’t that bad after all.

Remember your Creator in the days of your youth,

Ecclesiastes 12:1a

Honestly, sharing while you’re still in school is so much easier, although it might seem impossible right now while you’re in that situation. Young people are much more forgiving and more willing to listen to different points of view. Yes, it does come along with a greater tendency to question what you’re telling them, but questioning is good – it means they are actually listening and engaging with whatever you’re telling them. It can be scary at times… okay it is always scary, but then again… isn’t the idea of someone not knowing the love of Christ a much scarier thought? After all, it is not our job to convert people, but it is our imperative to share.

I’m not saying I’m the best example in the world. Being 100% honest here, I can’t remember the last time I’ve actually shared with a non-believer. That eats at me sometimes. Only sometimes because I’m also reminded that I’m human after all. But writing this, I’m just hoping to be a reminder not only to other youths but to myself as well.

This life we live on earth… it’s short and fleeting. The people you have right now are not going to be here forever.

Cherish the days of your youth, because one day you’ll wish you had a ‘rewind and replay’ button and you’ll realise there isn’t one.

Live like more of a risk-taker – we don’t do that half as much as we are supposed to.

And when your knees go weak and chills go down your spine… look to the empty grave, the Cross and that Lamb seated on the throne and know that it is finished. There is no fear, for the battle’s already won.

My flesh and my heart may fail,
but God is the strength of my heart
and my portion forever.

– Psalm 73:46

… am I glad that thought did not dissipate into the wind.

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