I wish I knew thirty years ago what I know now. If I knew Christ in my mid-twenties, as I do in my mid-fifties, my life would have counted for so much more. It’s easy to wish an older person would have shown me what it meant to live a life wholly devoted to Christ when I was a young man. But I also am not so naïve to think who I was as a twenty-something would have paid any attention to the wisdom of someone who had been through the wars and had the scars to prove it.
After all, the curse of our twenties is that we know it all while understanding nothing. It is only when we recognize how little we know that the Lord can come in and take control.