Age

I just took a quiz that told me how "Millennial" I am. My "Baby Boomer" boss sent it to me so we could compare scores. It was laughable how far our scores were from one another. Incidentally, I score fairly high for my age...which probably actually means I'm super immature.

I can't argue with that. I'm not exactly a poster-child for maturity. I have watched over an hour of television in the last 24 hours. I've played video games (if words with friends counts) and sent over 50 text messages  in the last day too. Being successful in a high-paying career or profession actually isn't that important to me (and not because I'm real honorable either).

So maybe I could use some growing up....

maybe...

later.

In any case, after spending time with a few aged folks a couple weeks ago, I've decided I want to know more folks from the "Silent" generation.

My sweet church spends every fifth Sunday of the month serving our city instead of holding Sunday services. Last month my Village put together bags for panhandlers...you know the one you whose signs you strain to read while you're waiting at a stop light.

It was a pretty incredible tool for me. I usually just role my eyes when I see those folks.

No longer...now I've got brown paper bags full of goodies to give them, which often starts a conversation that lasts at least until the light changes to green #stretchingme

I digress...

So for some of the bags we solicited help from the incredible folks at Westminster Manor. It was awesome.

I don't think I was exposed to old people enough as a kid. Generally I get pretty uncomfortable. Usually because I fail at making conversation or I don't talk loud enough, or I talk too loud.

Being stretched this much in one day was a little uncomfortable, but oh so worth it in the long run. I'm going back soon.

Here's some shots from the day.

Assembling bags for the homeless, complete with notes and scripture. It was real neat to pray over each one.

On to Westminster...so much fun!

This woman got a kick out of (read didn't know how to feel about) Pete.

She thought she was sneaky...nope. I caught old lady blue stealing crackers from the homeless.

I'm pretty sure some critical judgments are being made here.

Burton is my new friend I can't wait to get to know better soon. He's 92...and a photographer. AWESOME!

I can't wait to see him with his little girl. He's gonna be a spectacular daddy to my niece.

I really do hope we go back soon. I kind of want one of my new friends to take my millennial test.