I once considered myself a loner, and even an outcast. The ridiculous thing is I hung out with a group of outcasts and loners. This was my gang, my posse, my squad or whatever the hip kids are calling it now a days. More importantly we were a team. We knew each others strengths and weaknesses and how to work around them. Were we saving the world or promoting a great cause? No, we were mainly just watching terrible movies and eating junk food, but we knew exactly how to make it happen.
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.