Part of my role as a Pastor is visiting with our sick, elderly and shut ins from time to time. I took the time today to sit at the foot of the bed of a precious lady in our congregation. In the back of my mind at first I was thinking, "Man, I'm not done with my sermon for Sunday yet, I'm not sure I have the time to be here right now."
Luckily, this particular lady is quite good at retelling events from her past, and there's nothing she likes to talk about more than the memories of her departed husband of more than fifty years. Today, she told me of their first date, where he (as a good ol' country boy) called her up and asked her if she wanted to go for a ride and shoot his gun. She thought to herself, "what a stupid thing to ask a girl!" but went anyways, tagging along her little sister. They stopped at the store, bought some apples and a large chunk of cheese, and went out shooting his twenty-two. They married 6 weeks later. My response . . . cool.
The point of this blog?
Slow down long enough to ask someone much older than you about their life when they were younger. You'll accomplish at least two things:
1. You'll gain perspective on a generation that's seen and experienced things we've never dreamed of.
2. You'll bless their heart by giving value and honor to their memories and their past.
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