This weekend was a Youth Group reunion for we who were part of the Landmark Baptist Youth circa late 80s.
As you can imagine there were some shiny heads, paunchy bellies and generous amounts of gray represented among those of us formerly known as 'youth'.
Gone are the rockin' mullets, the fly parachute pants and bangs that stood up so high FAA required beacons mounted atop them so planes would not accidentally fly into their path.
What was the takeaway for me on the other side of the Reunion? While running the risk of sounding politcally incorrect, what people were as a youth seemed to be what they are now as they enter the land of the middle-aged. The wild ones generally looked like they lived the wild life. The spiritual ones appear to have stayed in church and now are raising their children in the
'discipline and nurture of the Lord.'
Without doubt there is the exception on both sides of that equation. But it encourages me that raising my children to value the Scriptures and the God of the Bible appears to pay life long dividends. Also, as more than one of the 'wild ones' testified, after a long hard journey God also welcomes the prodigal to return.
Long live spandex and mesh tank tops!!
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