Believe it or not, I remember being an adolescent—say from maybe 14 to maybe 30. OK, some (daughter?) say I’ve never really outgrown adolescence.
Had a recent conversation about how some people today think they have the right to say anything that comes to mind—even if it’s hateful, divisive, crude. Oh, and especially if they gain plenty of notoriety on social media to hopefully acquire much money.
This reminded me of adolescence.
I thought that people who counseled morality or watching what I said was “conservative” and stifling and “Victorian.”
Then I gained experience.
And empathy.
And I read the Letter from James, the brother of Jesus.
And I realized the wisdom of some of America’s founders—such as John Adams who advocated free speech—and the responsibilities that went with it.
Is it right to use speech to hurt people? To incite violence? To see how crude we can be? To divide people?
Is it better to use my free speech to uplift people? Bring reconciliation? Calm situations? Offer grace to others?
I’ve read in the New Testament, “When I was a child, I spoke as a child. When I grew up, I put away childish things.”
