The Third Adolescence is our growing phase, spanning approximately from age twelve to twenty-five. This is the time when a person begins to take on a separate and unique identity, often driving their parents batty. I was glad to hear the professor state that this phase of human development lasts until age 25, not 18. But the news media – print and television – continue reporting 18-year-olds as ‘men’ and ’women’ rather than boys and girls.
An 80-year-old Vietnam War veteran told me he was drafted into the army at age 20 and was sent to Vietnam. He said that if he had thought what he thinks now, he would have gone to prison rather than go into that war. Art Buckwald, a news columnist at that time, wrote that the way to end the war was to draft 35- to 50-year-old men, rather than 18 to 26-year-olds. Buckwald realized that 18 – 25-year-olds were still boys. I finally got the answer to my question, “What’s the matter with those guys?” as I watched the newsreel showing hundreds of men, really boys, marching and saluting Hitler in 1943. They were impressionable boys taught to obey their teachers and other ‘masters’. As I write this, I am aware that we, here in the U.S., now have a similar kind of ‘master’ and training program in place in our schools—and in too many families.
Reflecting on my own young life, I realize that I did not have a well-nurtured infancy and childhood, and I began to feel like a young adult when I was eleven. I ignorantly began to have disdain for those ‘silly’ students who seemed to play around all of the time. I even worked as a student and did find some awkward ‘joy’ in learning. Of course, I received many ‘attaboys’ from teachers and other adults.
I took a break from my writing and decided to take a nap. I was happy to have a dream that took me back to the first century after Jesus was murdered, and here’s the wondrous dream: I’m back visiting with Mary, Jesus’s mom, and John and their current visitor, Peter, Jesus’s oldest pick to be an apostle. Mary greeted me with her usual warmth, “Well, Don, we have missed you for a while. Welcome back to Nazareth, and this is Peter, whom I think you’ve met.” I nodded and she continued, “Peter told us that he has somehow been appointed the lead follower of my Son’s apostles and other followers, and he was telling John and me about a dream he had last night. Peter, please start over so Don may hear it from the beginning.”
Peter did, “Well, Don, I had a very revealing dream that we may all learn from about our friend, Jesus. As you may know, I was a dismal coward when the Romans arrested Jesus, and I am very ashamed of that. I had a dream that corrected that for me. In my dream, after Jesus died there on the cross, I ran up to Mary…” Peter nodded to Mary and continued, “…as she was crying at the foot of the cross where Jesus was still hanging, although he had died.” Peter stopped and wiped away his tears, and then added. “In my dream, an archangel came to Jesus as he awaited his execution in the Roman cell and said, “Jesus, you are beloved of God, our Father, and he is giving you a choice – you may avoid this horrible death on a cross if you choose to accept a gift of a weapon that all of your followers may use to kill in seconds. They can kill in seconds all of those who do not believe in you, Jesus, and your message, or refuse to follow Him. All you need to do is say ‘yes’ to this proposal and use it to rid the world of those who do not believe in you and your message instantly. If you say ‘Yes’ to this gift, you will avoid the terrible execution the Romans have for you.”
The angel did not need to wait for Jesus’s response, for immediately, Jesus said, “I desire that all humans and all God’s creation are united in a bond of Love with Our Father. I, and I hope. all of my followers will choose to die for me and my message of love and for our God, our Father, rather than kill for us.” The angel did not look disappointed when he vanished.
I was amazed by the dream and said, “Peter, thank you very much. I love that dream, and many of Jesus’ followers throughout the centuries have made the same choice that Jesus did. Many choose love, and, unfortunately, many choose to kill for Jesus. I left Nazareth before I could thank Mary and Peter. Now . . .
Take a moment and look at your own choices and your opportunities to say ‘yes’ to Jesus’ message of love – and don’t just eat the menu.