Lord, my heart is not proud; my eyes are not haughty. I don’t concern myself with matters too great or too awesome for me to grasp. Instead, I have calmed and quieted myself, like a weaned child who no longer cries for its mother’s milk. Yes, like a weaned child is my soul within me. O Israel, put your hope in the Lord—now and always.
The longer title of the story we
usually shorten to Peter
Pan includes: The
Boy Who Would Not Grow Up.[1] If Peter were to walk into the
room right now he would be the most teenage-looking 116 year-old you’ve ever
seen; the story was written as a play in 1904.
I first saw it on TV in the 1950’s and, was so impressed, I wrote a
letter to Walt Disney the next day, asking if he had any advice for me about
becoming a cartoonist. His studio sent
me a very encouraging letter.
But what does any of that have to
do with Psalm 131? Well, everything,
really. In Disney’s animated movie
production, Peter sings the song: I won’t grow up!
I won't
grow up, I don't want to go to school.
Just to learn to be a parrot,
And recite a silly rule.
If growing up means
It would be beneath my dignity to climb a tree,
I'll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up Not me!
I won't grow up,
Just to learn to be a parrot,
And recite a silly rule.
If growing up means
It would be beneath my dignity to climb a tree,
I'll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up Not me!
I won't grow up,
I don't
want to wear a tie.
Or a serious expression
In the middle of July.
And if it means I must prepare
To shoulder burdens with a worried air,
I'll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up
Not me, Not I, Not me! So there!
Never gonna be a man, I won't!
Like to see somebody try And make me. Anyone who wants to try
And make me turn into a man,
Catch me if you can.
Or a serious expression
In the middle of July.
And if it means I must prepare
To shoulder burdens with a worried air,
I'll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up
Not me, Not I, Not me! So there!
Never gonna be a man, I won't!
Like to see somebody try And make me. Anyone who wants to try
And make me turn into a man,
Catch me if you can.
I won't
grow up.
I will never even try
I will do what Peter tells me
And I'll never ask him why
I will never even try
I will do what Peter tells me
And I'll never ask him why
We
won't grow up!
We will never grow a day
And if someone tries to make it
We will simply run away
I won't grow up!
No, I promise that I won't
I will stay a boy forever
And be banished if I don't!
And Never Land will always be
The home of youth and joy
And liberty
I'll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up
Not me!
I won’t!
No sir!
Not me!
We will never grow a day
And if someone tries to make it
We will simply run away
I won't grow up!
No, I promise that I won't
I will stay a boy forever
And be banished if I don't!
And Never Land will always be
The home of youth and joy
And liberty
I'll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up
Not me!
I won’t!
No sir!
Not me!
Well, where do we start? We don’t
have to speak to the obvious flaw of wanting to remain a child, removed even from
acknowledging that responsibilities do exist, especially if it means we might share
in that burden. The point is Scripture[2] not only calls us to leave our childish immaturity, but shows us how we
can enter the process of doing what Peter Pan detested…growing up.
The Psalmist shows us Maturity-101,
first page, first paragraph, lay
down pride, hush all the noise…put aside your supposed deep thoughts, and trust
in the LORD!
Fear of the Lord is the foundation of true wisdom. All who obey his commandments will grow in wisdom. Praise him forever! Psalm 111:10
In the children’s story, Peter Pan
turned his back on this; too many have followed him into Never Never Land.
Let’s
Pray Together:
Father, help us today to become wise, putting down our pride, so we can begin to trust and lean on You. Grow us strong, LORD…we are needed by others, and there is no real strength without Christian maturity.
For You Today
You
chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road today.
Have a blessed day!
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