Jesus Christ, meet Jack Shit

If you ask any 20 year old about what a 10 year old knows about life, the answer will approximate "jack shit". Not surprisingly, if you ask the same question to a 30 year old about a 20 year old, you'll get a similar answer. If the question was asked again to a 40 year old about a 30 year old, the answer might be, "s/he knows jack, but s/he still don't know shit."

Why does this matter? It occurred to me that if some 30 year old started telling me that I was a bad person or began instructing me one how to live, who to love, how to think, etc., I would probably tell him/her to drop dead. Now, if the traditional accounts are to be believed, Jesus was, hmmm, around 30 when he began preaching. That's not even old enough to have had a decent midlife crisis. According to the founding fathers of the United States of America (Article II, Section 1 of the constitution), he wouldn't even have been old enough to be the president. Those nation builders were on to something. My assessment is that when it came to how to live life and get along with people, Jesus didn't know shit. Not his fault though; he was young, hadn't traveled much, and had never gotten laid.

Now I have met some wise teenagers, 20- and 30-somethings. Hell, a few of them even post on this blog, and I'd like to think I was one of them (at least in my 30s). I just don't think Jesus was one of them. I'll say this for him though, at least he didn't wait around for me to tell him to drop dead.