On more than one occasion, a senior member of MVBC has introduced me to a friend who goes to church elsewhere. They look at me for a moment, pause, and then say (as if I'm not there), "My, he's so young!" Oddly enough, I'm not the youngest pastor to serve the church. Not even close. The first pastor, Forrest Garrard, was younger when he began his ministry here as was the third, Jim Wood.
Recently, a member of the church gave me a great article by Collin Hansen entitled, "Tell Us Your Stories." Hansen noted that young leaders often suffer from delusions of grandeur:
Sometimes younger Christians give the impression that we have things figured out. We're the future. We've found the old methods wanting, so we've developed new ones. We're the generation that will strike the right balance where our forebears fell over to one side or the other.
To correct this tendency, young people need to hear the stories of senior saints. Hansen urges seniors, "Look underneath our confident exterior. You'll find that younger Christians actually want to hear from older believers about how God has demonstrated His faithfulness in their generation."
But here's the problem. Generations are not overlapping. The younger people are not hearing the stories of the older people. Hansen put it well:
Evangelicals suffer from self-inflicted amnesia. Our churches segregate age groups in order to foster relationships between peers. If you're not deliberate about developing intergenerational friendships, they will not happen.
Exactly right. Even as MVBC gets younger--and it is--we need to be careful not to contribute to evangelical amnesia. Wherever possible, let's spend time with people who have been at the faith for a generation already. We have some things to learn.
I mentioned yesterday that I had the privilege of officiating a graveside service. What I didn't mention is that I was able to drive to the cemetery with a senior saint who turns 90 in December. I'm thankful for him and his stories.