Adulting is hard. I see T-shirts and various other paraphernalia that make this assertion. I don’t necessarily want to agree or disagree in this context. Instead I would like to point out the whiny nature of a so-called adult who would make that claim — and worse, pay money to broadcast his or her incompetence.
Personally, I want to be perceived by humanity at large as being generally functional. If I were incapable of making my bed, or forming complete sentences without the aid of caffeine, or going a half-hour without looking at my smart phone, I would try to keep it a secret. I might talk about it if I thought I genuinely needed help, but I certainly wouldn’t joke about it.
The problem is, some of us would rather be children. Adulting brings responsibility, and then accountability. If I can joke about my propensity for lingering in Mom’s basement playing video games, I might convince someone that no one should expect more of that from me.
It’s the same with regard to spiritual matters. “Brethren, do not be children in your thinking; yet in evil be infants, but in your thinking be mature” (1 Corinthians 14:20). A simplistic look at evil is fine, or even preferable. “Real life” is nuanced; it calls for wisdom (Ecclesiastes 9:17-18). But if we grow in our faith — which is required, by the way (2 Peter 3:18) — more will be expected of us. And that’s not what we want. We would prefer to suck our spiritual thumbs for 50 years.
Spiritual adulting is hard — perhaps even harder than carnal adulting. But that’s a challenge, not a deterrent. Or should be, anyway.