In the Summer of 2014 I’d been married less than a year, had a three year old son and we’d just moved into our first apartment together after previously living with Liz’s father. Also that Summer the company that I had worked for the past two years was bought out and by that Fall my office was shut down and I was laid off. I would be unemployed for about a year and a lot would happen in that time.
Recently I was reading an article about how my generation had been reclassified. Being born in the early 80s people my age don’t fully identify with Millennials or Generation X so we’ve been dubbed Xennials. Generation X were mostly adults before the huge technology boom of almost everyone having internet and cell phones, and Millennials for the most part won’t remember a time when they didn’t have instant access to their favorite forms of entertainment. Xennials on the other hand grew up in the middle of the technology revolution.
For the past few weeks I’ve been considering our options at my church Restoration House as we make plans to reorganize and rebuild our youth ministry. During my 35 years I’ve been to quite a few different churches and spent many years away from the faith, which is a story for another time. I started thinking back to my early years and my first memories of church.
Like most people, when I wake up in the morning my first thought is I don’t want to, instead of being grateful for the fact that I woke up. At some point after a couple snooze buttons I usually reach for my phone, just in case I missed something on Facebook in the few hours I was asleep. Then from the urging of my bladder I head to the bathroom, on most days this is either followed by getting ready for work or making breakfast for my kids, some days both. This is followed by thinking of all the things I need to do trying to figure out how I’m going to make it all happen.