The Older I Get

Forty years on, I have less to write.  I earnestly want to say something.  I want to have things that are important, or needed, or pertinent to living.  Maybe it’s because my age is getting the best of me.  It could be because I have two children and a rich life!  It could be because my brain is aging, thus making me less vital, less able, less relevant.  Perhaps it’s a smattering of all things above…

…wait…I’ll just go ahead and say it.  I have less to write because these last 15 years have been like nothing I could have ever expected…

…wait, wait…shifting gears a bit, can you all believe how fast things are shifting in the UMC?  I mean, WOW, in three years there will very likely be at least two more clearly defined movements of United Methodism.  I hope that on some level they will connect if only because Pan-Methodism, though honorable and right, is a weakened expression of connection…and I still believe connectionalism is something worth striving for if done with integrity (a significant delineator).  And when did Scriptural hermaneutic become a convoluted, two-way street amongst Wesleyans?  When did primacy of the Bible become optional?  I don’t understand.  Anyway, there isn’t must else to say.

…wait, wait, wait…one more shift…did you ever think that Christianity would be so passé in America?  I mean, when I was a child, my world view was surrounded by a community of Christ.  I, like my children, had no sense that there was any other way.  It seems the older I get, the wider my eyes are opened…

…and I have very little to say about any of this.  Except that I can’t imagine living without my beloved UMC…or, more importantly, Scripture and the Faith.