I Don’t Like Wise. Wise Is Too Hard

When my son Elliot was about 4.5, he was in our basement hanging out with our current roommate at the time. Said roomie had been showing Elliot a little about FIFA, the soccer/football Playstation game. My little man is much like his parents and has a pretty obsessive nature. So when it came time to turn it off, he pretty much flipped out. Tears, frantic begging, etc. ensued.

We have been working hard with him on self-control. I have a lot of fears about him never learning to self-regulate and being in a dark basement hunched over legos for days without eating. I never said I was sensible or that I wasn’t a touch crazy.

Anyway, after a little break, our roommate and I had a tandem conversation with him about wisdom. What it meant to be wise. How the grown-ups job is to teach him to make good decisions so that when he is grown-up himself, he can be wise.

He looked at us at the end of our beautifully worded explanation and said…

“I don’t like wise.  Wise is too hard.”

Biting the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing, we agreed, talked a little more and moved on. My friend and I have both retold the story many times. And every time I can’t help but internally agree with my little theologian.

I don’t like wise, either. Wise is too hard.

I mentioned in this post a couple Friday’s ago, that I’m learning so much about the beauty of confession. Of admitting our sin and setting down the backpack that is so dang heavy. How that gives so much freedom. How it is so wise. Bringing our junk into the light is how we heal.  How we grow.

Yet we don’t trust that, do we? Trust that in being vulnerable and honest in places that are safe, our freedom rings? Have you ever considered the wisdom in confessing your yuck? Your failings? That it’s quite brilliant, actually?

We walk around, you and I, day in and day out, carrying weights and burdens we weren’t meant to carry. And we are terrified to share the load with other people. To expose ourselves.

Why do think that is the case?

We don’t like wise. Wise is too hard.

Obviously, I believe we live in a world that has been jacked up by sin. By my sin. By your sin.  But today, I’m thinking a little more into the behind the scenes of my stuff. Of your stuff.

I ask again, why do you think this is the case? This hiding we do.

I’m gonna cut right to it. Here are a few rudimentary ones to pick from…

  1. I’m afraid people will know how not perfect, or not good, I REALLY am. I’ll be exposed and therefore their opinion of me will change. Perhaps my credibility will be threatened.
  2. I don’t think that I can actually change. I have been stuck in this for too long. I have failed at this too many times.
  3. I don’t think that I actually need to change. It’s not THAT bad. Pride roars loud here.
  4. I don’t think that I actually WANT to change. Sometimes our junk is enjoyable, am I right?
  5. I don’t see that what I am doing is really and truly, sin. We love to use “dumb-down” language here. For example: “Been feeling insecure about how I look. So annoying.”  Truth…I might be idolizing my body.
  6. I will be seen as weak.
  7. It’s. Not. My. Fault.

Number 8. I don’t like wise. Wise is too hard.

Honestly, as I wrote that list, I could have kept going. On and on and on. I am a master of excuses. But actually, they are lies, right? That is not to say there is no truth in any of these. However, know this. Satan lives for 2 lies and a truth. Just enough of what’s real to confuse us. To trap us. And add to it that our own messy hearts desire things that are not “good.” No wonder we stay stuck in our mud.


Paige Jenson
Paige Jenson
Paige is an imperfect mom to boys, a recovering Dr. Pepper addict, and a follower of Jesus. She lives in Kansas City and you can still hear a hint of Texas in her voice. Paige also loves to feed huge crowds and make cool stuff. She writes her musings about living a frank life in a world where it’s hard to be honest at www.madefrank.com.

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