I am sitting in the lobby of my hotel waiting to print out tickets for a water park tomorrow. That’s not what this post is about, I’m just setting the atmosphere. Jim Cramer is yelling about something involving the economy, my father-in-law is checking Mariner stats on his Blackberry, and random Fine Arts kids are sitting behind talking about something that won’t matter 38 minutes from now.
Today was my first real day of General Council, the every-other year national meeting of my denomination. As I reflect on the day, a few things come to mind:
1. We are pretty diverse. We all look really different. Admittedly we are still very white, very male, very boomer, and very southern, but the times they are a’changin’. I saw more diversity walking around me today than I have in a long time. I believe our Pentecostal roots give us the strength to honor all those who walk the missional path with us. Old men, young men, handmaidens, that sort of thing.
2. Missionaries have the best displays. All I need to say is: Chinese dragon costumes.
3. Some of us aren’t aging well. I believe the theme for my Bible college reunion dinner was “Older, Fatter, Balder.”
4. Get involved. Show up, listen to the speakers and the resolutions, vote, and claim your seat at the table. Any emerging generation who says that this denomination doesn’t care about them is an entitled, arrogant, spoiled brat. But that’s just me.