A few months ago my son asked me if I could take him over to Torchy's Tacos to meet some of his friends for lunch. I gladly agreed and we headed that way. The line was short so it didn't take long to order, but now we had to figure out seating arrangements. I vaguely remember being a teenager so I offered to sit by myself and let him hang out with the guys. This way I wouldn’t embarrass him. Life was good!
I guess it was about 20 minutes later when I realized that my food had not yet been delivered. I wondered what was taking so long. Everyone else around me already had their food but my son had not brought me my taco. Something was wrong. I sat there and I sat there. No taco. No lunch for Kyle. You see, I knew what had happened but I wasn't going to let him off the hook by walking over there. I wanted him to have to realize what he had done. Brock had not only eaten my taco, he had forgotten I was even in the restaurant!
Many of us live as teenagers do, believing the story we live in is all about us and other people are simply role players in a story that is centered on me. While teenagers can be excused and taught, do we as followers of Jesus have Christ at the center of our story or have we decided the story is about us?
Our lives are designed to point to Jesus. He is > all other things! Might many of our struggles revolve around putting Jesus in a subordinate role and allowing ourselves to encroach on his place? Where does your life point? What is Your Point?