Enough is enough and I’ve had enough

Record Observer - - Religion -

I have had enough of some things. There are, how­ever, some things I can never have enough. Ap­ple frit­ters and cof­fee are things I can never have enough of. I would never use the word “enough” with these words.

Some things are in this cat­e­gory of “I’ve Had Enough.”

Re­cently, the Gra­cious Mis­tress of the Par­son­age said, “Your birth­day is com­ing up. What do you want to do for your birth­day?”

I looked at her like I have never looked at her be­fore and said, “Enough, I’ve had enough of birth­days; I don’t want an­other birth­day.”

She looked at me, laughed like usual and said, “Silly boy, every­body has a birth­day.”

In a way, I guess she is right, but I have had enough birth­days, and I do not want an­other birth­day.

I think birth­day cel­e­bra­tions are rather silly when you get to be a cer­tain age. Sure, when you are young and full of en­ergy, you looked for­ward to birth­day cel­e­bra­tions. You looked for­ward to all the birth­day presents you are go­ing to be get­ting. Noth­ing is more ex­cit­ing than cel­e­brat­ing your birth­day.

That cer­tainly is one stage of life. How­ever, that stage­coach has left the ranch. I have had enough birth­days.

One of the ag­gra­vat­ing things about a birth­day is that you have to dis­close your age. You know when you say, for ex­am­ple, “I’m 60,” peo­ple will al­ways re­spond by say­ing, “You don’t look 60.”

Every­body knows that is the code for say­ing, “You sure do look old.”

Or, some­body will say, “60 is the new 40.” I have no idea what that means, but I cer­tainly do not want to live 40 again.

Mind you, I have noth­ing against birth­day cakes and such. I have had enough birth­day cakes through­out my life that I prob­a­bly do not need any­more. If only I could get a birth­day cake with­out all of the hul­la­baloo and the singing, “Happy birth­day to you ….”

But there is a main con­cern I have about my birth­day. I have given this some rather deep thought and I have come to my ul­ti­mate con­clu­sion.

That con­clu­sion is, I re­ally do not know when my birth­day is.

That may sound silly, but I have good rea­sons to ques­tion the ac­tual birth date. Un­for­tu­nately, I can­not re­mem­ber any­thing about that day. I do have a vague mem­ory of be­ing hung up­side down by my feet and some­body slap­ping my back­side. That is all I re­mem­ber.

I do not know the ac­tual date and year.

My wife one time said to me, “Well, your par­ents told you what your birth­day was. You should trust them.”

And that is the prob­lem. It is a prob­lem of trust. In the be­gin­ning years of my life, when­ever it started, my par­ents had the habit of ly­ing to me.

For in­stance. It took me years to dis­cover that they had been ly­ing to me about Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny. For many years, they as­sured me there was a real Santa Claus and a real Easter Bunny. Can you imag­ine the heartache I ex­pe­ri­enced when I dis­cov­ered that they were not be­ing truth­ful to me?

If they were not truth­ful to me about Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny, how can I be sure they were truth­ful to me about my ac­tual birth date?

Some­one once pointed out that I had a birth cer­tifi­cate, but I do not know the va­lid­ity of that birth cer­tifi­cate. I do not re­mem­ber be­ing present when that cer­tifi­cate was signed. How do I know it is not fake?

It took me a long time to re­al­ize that even the Tooth Fairy was not ac­tu­ally true. When they told me about the Tooth Fairy, I could hardly wait to yank a tooth out of my mouth and put it un­der my pil­low.

Imag­ine the dis­ap­point­ment I felt when I dis­cov­ered there was no such thing as a Tooth Fairy.

If I would take the time to in­ves­ti­gate, I prob­a­bly would find a lot more things my par­ents told me that turned out not to be true. So, when it comes to my birth date, how can I re­ally be­lieve that that is my ac­tual birth date?

What, if I am not as old as my par­ents say I am?

So, with all the in­for­ma­tion I have not found, how can I cel­e­brate my birth­day again? I think I should just put it aside as I did Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy. I should put it in the same cat­e­gory, laugh it off and say, “Ha, ha, ha, none of this is true.”

“What do you mean,” my wife queried, “you’re not go­ing to cel­e­brate your birth­day any­more?”

I ex­plained to her that I cel­e­brated enough birth­days, birth­day I’m not quite sure is my ac­tual birth­day, so I don’t need to cel­e­brate any­more. Enough is cer­tainly enough.

“What about my birth­day?”

I sim­ply looked at her and said, “We sure will be cel­e­brat­ing your birth­day at least once a year.” She smiled and I let it at that.

Later that night I thought of some Scrip­ture I had read in the morn­ing. “The Lord our God spake unto us in Horeb, say­ing, Ye have dwelt long enough in this mount” (Deuteron­omy 1:6). God was try­ing to get Israel to move on.

Like Israel, some­times we can stay “long enough” at a cer­tain place and then we need to move on.

The Rev. James L. Snyder is pas­tor of the Fam­ily of God Fel­low­ship, 1471 Pine Road, Ocala, FL 34472. He lives with the Gra­cious Mis­tress of the Par­son­age, in Ocala, Florida. Call him at 352687-4240 or email jamess­ny­der2@att.net. The church web­site is www.whatafel­low­ship.com.

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