I am getting old.
And every week, feel that much older.
I have no idea what the real cause of this is.
Maybe its the grown-up job.
Maybe its the mortgage.
Maybe its the sudden realization that there will be no more Harry Potter books.
Whatever the cause, I don’t like it.
Except for the thought that old people have great stories.
Which brings us to tonight’s discussions.
The girls were at the WMU meeting, so it was just myself and the guys.
So, again, I skip the lesson on likenesses (which you will hear more of next week).
And we just talked.
Guy stuff mostly, so no details here.
But we did talk a lot about school.
Everyone starts back next week.
So needless to say, there is some anxiety.
I recalled what it was like to be their age.
What school was like, what teachers were like.
And, oh, the stories that were shared!
They actually laughed at my stories.
Which, of course, were all secondhand.
All my personal stories are pretty lame until college.
But that’s neither here nor there.
At any rate, for some reason, again, this made me feel old.
Like some kind of ancient wiseman with tales for the masses.
From just that, I learned a valuable lesson.
We all have a story to tell.
We all have a life that has been led one way or the other.
We all have an example to show for our choices.
But how often do we keep those locked away?
Stored for use with only our closest friends.
I’m certain the guys talked more tonight than when the girls are with us too.
Or maybe its because there wasn’t a specific spiritual lesson i was trying to teach.
Everyone was just more comfortable.
And I don’t understand the difference, I don’t think.
Between certain groups and others.
Why we are only able to share some aspects of ourselves with some people.
While another group gets a different image.
Is it positioning?
Some kind of social strategy?
Whatever it is, I don’t like it.
I want genuine.
I expect it.
In fact, at times, I demand it.
We all should.
Life is real, after all.
See, here i have gotten sidetracked.
They say the first thing to go is the mind.
Tell your stories.
Live an example.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
to the last syllable of recorded time;
and all our yesterdays have lighted fools
the way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow; a poor player,
that struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
and then is heard no more: it is a tale
told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
signifying nothing. -MacBeth
And make it something worthwhile.
Always keep a good story in your hip pocket.
Tell it with passion.
And tell it well.