And I just began to think a bit about some of the wisdom that could be hidden in their eyes.

I’m not naive enough to believe that age equals wisdom. But some age does equal wisdom. And I began to wonder when we as a society began not to respect that wisdom.

Now in days the common thought is that the elderly in our communities are too old for ____ and really anything can be filled into the blank. Driving, taking care of themselves, etc. But at what point in society did we make that conclusion. I’m sure it was near the time that we as a society decided that parents are no longer sources of apprenticeship, but aliens who never experienced the struggles that “we kids” go through. And now we call that rebellion “the teenage years”. Only that theory is no longer holding to merely teenage years as “pre-teens” have begun to adopt the same level of disrespect. But that’s a whole other topic, though tied in some way.

I just was thinking this morning in the quiet of our apartment. I wondered what wisdom lies behind elderly eyes. Wars, they have seen. Hurt. Destruction. Famine. Deprivation. They have survived it all. Yes, some are cynical and have resorted to hating every day of existence. But I wonder what is behind the smiling eyes of the elderly who have experienced all this change in our country, from the introduction of cars to the Internet. What do they think as they look into public schools? What do they think as they view our dealings with Iraq and now the talk of Iran? What do they think as homosexual laws are spoken of? Or what do they think of the growing pornography industry?

Do they miss home? When they look at the amount of children in foster care, do they miss home? Or when they watch our generation devalue their worth and their wisdom, do they just want to go home?

I’m not saying that all the people in our generation hate the elderly. This is not a political or psychological stance that I am ever planning on taking. But when it comes to the elderly, are we really seeing those rightly who have overcome so much in their lives and still cling to the cross? We, on Christ’s side of the cross, are we seeking out and respecting their wisdom? Or is the assumption of Alzheimer’s our default?

I was just thinking…

I was just wondering…

Casting Crowns has a new album out and there’s this song called, “Caught in the middle” that is my newest ear candy (as Phil Wing says). Casting Crowns has been notorious for sending out a lyrical challenge for the Christian Church to be alive and real. And this song speaks just to that challenge. See, I’m cool with accepting that challenge and the lyrics flow from my life as long as I don’t have to act it out when it really hurts.

Hi there, friends. It’s been a few days since I’ve even thought about typing in an entry. But for those of you who are feverishly hungry for the fulfillment that comes with reading my blog… I’m writing for you. Hey, where’d everyone go? (crickets.)

Well, anyway… I’m writing none the less. Not a whole lot has changed recently. I am enjoying the married life. Matt and I are learning more and more of what it means to share everything and function as a unit. That’s fun. It’s challenging at times, but Matt and I really do work well (surprise, surprise), so it’s fun too.

Tonight is an Associational Meeting at our church, so that means Matt and I get to pretend to be competent leaders of the youth group. [J/k… Matt is competent.] But anyway, I get to sing in the mass choir made up of 6 or so churches that will be “entertaining” the evening session of the meeting tonight. And Matt and I get to suffer through the early session as “church representatives”. I honestly look forward to it. I know, that officially classifies me as a loser AGAIN. But I am actually excited to spend the evening with a bunch of church leaders from some 10 or so area churches. I don’t really know why, but it just makes me feel… involved… and a part of something so much bigger than our little church. Funny how God has excited my heart about a silly little meeting. But none the less… excited I am.

For those of you who haven’t heard my complaining recently (I now, that’s no one), but yes, it is true, I am still sick. Yes, I’ve been sick for about 3 weeks and am still sick. It seems to be a constant lifestyle for me lately. But hey… there ya go.
But in light of being sick, I have relearned the value of having two functioning nostrils, pukeless feeling tendencies, and sleep.

I am a part of a Daniel study that the ladies at our church are going through and that is fun. It’s neat to be involved in a women’s group. And it’s neat to get to meet the ladies outside of the typical 5 minutes of “meet and greet” during the service.

So, yeah… that’s me for now… sick, enjoying the feel of a small church, and thrilling in the little things that God is allowing me to be a part of. And for the record… while I am still jobless, I am learning daily to appreciate the opportunities God has given me while I’ve been unemployed. (For example, I’ve gotten to help out a friend, annoy another friend -love ya, Robin!-, meet with an old youth during “working hours”, eat lunch with Matt, and I’ll get to go support Matt at his first funeral. ) I am focusing more and more on the value of God’s circumstances and opportunities in my life right now. And even in loss of what I thought I needed, I am finding God’s blessing. Thanks be to God for teaching me to rely more fully on what He declares to be my needs. I love You, Lord.

I was talking to a good friend as I drove her back to her apartment. We discussed “this generation” and our concerns about it. I brought up the fact that no one seems to get out of the way for the emergency vehicles anymore. Oh we might stop, if the vehicle appears to need to turn in front of us on a four lane road. Or if it’s a cop, well they could give us a ticket, so we’ll stop. But I have noticed as a few ambulances have passed me in the past week, that no one really moves over anymore. Are we that selfish of a generation?

I got my blood donor card in the mail today (well, a few days ago, but I just now opened it). You’d think I was a hero with the way that the letter and even shiny pamphlet thanked me again and again for my generosity. The printed words emphasized over and over again through flattering words that I had “saved three people’s lives” and all this other hero-like puffing up. Oh I know there’s always a blood shortage. Run from the needles. Run! – No really, those needles are not small.- But it was wild to watch the desperate plea from the American Red Cross for a few pints of my blood. Are we that selfish of a generation?

I just kind of wondered what this generation will come to. As my friend mentioned this morning we are the “don’t discipline them” generation and the “don’t give them an F in school or it’ll hurt their feelings” generation. And I wonder what will become of us. Oh, I know what the end product will be. But I wonder in the midst of this process what will be the choices and the chaos our generation causes. I find it funny that our generation doesn’t want to grow up. Why would we when our childhood was so “protected”? I mean why not be a tween (twenty year old who acts like a teenager). Why stop going to school? We know when we graduate we’ll have to grow up, so get another degree, head on to grad school… heck even get your PhD. But once you’re done with school… then what? Is it really that college has become another extension of high school? I mean I talk to people all the time about their future families and they stress that they don’t want to have too many kids because they won’t be able to pay for all of their children’s college. Even in my own desire for a big family, the immediate response is “how will you pay for their college”. And I think… I WON’T! It’s their education, not mine! I had to do it on my own and I learned so much from it. Why deprive them of that chance to grow up?

But even beyond our generation, I wonder what’s going to happen to the next generation. The generation our generation produces. You know… the germophobic generation. Haven’t you see the commercials? The Lysol mom. Kid sneezes, but the “good” mom is there and ready to wipe off the kid’s doorknob to disinfect the house so the child won’t die from the norms of life. It’s hilarious! And the new Lysol commercial where the mom and kids are running and playing in the completely bleached out household and the voice over speaks of that being the “ideal”. Man, I can’t imagine how the medical companies are going to prosper in our future. Because if you’re not exposed to illness… you have a weak immune system. Seriously dude, I grew up eating stuff off the ground and I haven’t died yet!!!

What’s happening to this generation and what will be the effects of this one on the next generation? It’s wild to think about it.

It really is wild.

Have you ever wanted to take flight? See the world? Leave it all behind?

Ever looked in the mirror and saw you were running a fever?

-coughs and tries to use the left nostril to breathe.-