As of Sunday, I am another year older. If turning eighteen makes you a legal adult, turning twenty-one must signal that you are well-experienced in life.
I am a numbers person, and it is easy for me to get bogged down with stats. Twenty-one years…that’s 7,671 days. 184,104 hours. 11,046,240 minutes. 662,774,400 seconds. I wonder how many miles I’ve traveled in that time? How many faces have I seen? How many books have I read? How many hairs have I brushed off of my scalp (you other long-haired people know the struggle!)? How many peanut butter sandwiches have I eaten?
Those numbers would be interesting to know, but they really are not important. Those numbers do not make me who I am. Everyday, God reminds me that only one number matters: the number of times Christ died for my sins: once and for all (Hebrews 9:28). As a result, my life can last for an infinite number of years.
Ten Numbers that Do Not Define Me
- My age
- The speed at which I can run a mile
- My grades
- The number of classes I take
- My height
- The number of hours I work
- The number of push-ups I can do
- The amount of time I study
- My bank account balance
- The number of friends I have
One Number that Defines Me
- The number of times Christ died so that I can be made holy – One
Because of God’s will, we are made holy through the sacrifice Christ made in his body once and for all time.
– Hebrews 10:10