I met with the younger families of my new church. I was a hit with the older folks, but these young ones were a tougher sell. And they were less forthcoming to my questions about the strengths and the future of the church.
I think it’s because they could see that so much responsibility for the church’s welfare would be resting on their shoulders. And that’s correct. With so many old people who will be dying soon, they will shoulder more responsibilities.
And they’re already tired.
In my last church, I didn’t cut them much slack. I told them they needed to decide on their priorities and put the church’s mission first. I told them not to be crybabies but to grow up and think like the grownups they were supposed to be.
It didn’t work out well.
I looked at these young ones who were chasing their little children and speaking of the bills to pay and their ailing parents. I remembered how long the days were for a young parent and how tired they could get, but still more would be demanded from them far into the night.
I’m going to go a little easier on this bunch. They’re not so arrogant and they work hard. And I could see the fatigue. They need a pastor.
Why do I feel tenderness with these people when I was so hard on the last group?
For whatever reason, I like them more.