At the age of 19, I was a staunch idealist. The concepts I believed were inflexible, and offered no room for interpretation or examination. I was a new convert. And I drove the people around me crazy.

Several people encouraged or reprimanded me for my idealism. They tried to coax me into a more flexible approach to life. We were all a bunch of young, single adults at church trying to forge a way into our futures. We were all idealists. That’s what people who don’t sacrifice for others are. Idealism is Phase One of adulthood.

But there are many other phases to maturation. Or at least there should be.