When I was sixteen, I had a job and was driving my parent’s car. I was pretty important stuff, I thought. I felt pretty confident and decided I had grown up enough, so I asked my mother, “Is it okay if I start calling you Phyllis?” I’ll never forget her response. She said, “Bryan, you will always call me mom or mother, nothing else.” It was pretty clear I had crossed the line. I got the picture. She was still my authority. I still call her mom, although out of respect and honor, not as my authority.
Sometimes spiritual young adults get full of themselves and begin to think they have spirituality by the tail. Continue reading