This morning was brilliant! At church we had youth service. I think the idea of a youth service is quite funny. I know what it means. It means the youth run the service and everybody else just joins in. When I went to church as a young person that made a lot of sense because for the most part, it was old people who ran the service. So when we had a youth service, it meant something different was happening. Nowadays though, at our church, the youth are involved in every service. Josh plays the piano almost every week. Andy either plays the drums or the guitar. Our young people are involved in almost everything we do.
In work I guess we discriminate against old people, especially the over 65s. I mean, we basically make them retire. But socially, the over 65s are still reasonably acceptable. For Neil and I, one of our favourite activities is going out with an over 65… over 75… over 85 actually! Taking my Nan for afternoon tea is just about the most fun two people can have on a Sunday afternoon. In fact, it's one of the things we are missing now we have to scoot back for work after Sunday lunch.
No, I don't think I discriminate on the basis of age. I still go gooey over a newborn baby. I love being with our youth on a Friday evening. My little brother and sister, who are now both in their 30s, are still my best friends. So do other people discriminate? There was an old lady sat opposite me in church today. I thought she wouldn't like the music of the youth service, but after the service she went round telling everybody how much she'd enjoyed it, how amazing the youth were, etc.
No! Age is just a number. It doesn't really mean anything.
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