We Were Young Once

The passage of time. How apparent it was as we gathered for a 100^th anniversary celebration at my home congregation.

Chartered by mostly Swedish immigrants, incorporated in 1924, still going, with a history marked by growth and decline, capable pastors and those who were less so. What mostly got my attention was the grey hair, no hair, stooped frames, fuller frames, hunched shoulders, slower gaits, weathered faces.

Recognizable but… older. No surprise, yet somehow still a revelation—that it’s happening to us.