I tried out a new church in Tracy yesterday. They hold Sunday services at a local high school. After parking, I noticed there were no signs providing directions so I gravitated toward the door with the most people lingering about and from where the energetic music was coming. I was impressed to see so many youth involved in handing out orders of service and such. I was even more impressed to see a rock band set up on stage. Wow, maybe I actually found a progressive church right here in Tracy.
As the service begun I realized that there were very few adults in the room. I push away the nagging fears that I may indeed be the oldest person in the room. Whatever, the music was great and I was enjoying the service. About half way through one of the leaders made some comment about the "adults meeting down the hall" and suddenly my suspicions were confirmed: I'd stumbled into the land of pimples and merciless fashion rules. Rather than running from the room inciting comments like "wow, I didn't know the elderly could move so quickly," I decided to stay and continue enjoying the service. I enjoyed the sermon even more than the music and was pleased to have stayed.
Next time I'll try the adult service, but if they're too stuffy I may have to sneak my way back in with the youth. That is, assuming they haven't installed a geriatric detector after this recent incursion.
| August 14, 2006 11:15am | 
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I have been struggleing with this same thing...I classify myself as a youth but the world refuses to see it that way.
Heidi | August 14, 2006 11:19PM
We'll have to start our own cult of adults that refuse to grow boring.
Damon | August 15, 2006 10:43AM
You need to go to the service that feeds you, spiritually. Unless they start talking about killing the gr'ups, I don't think there's a problem with you attending.
Jack | August 20, 2006 4:03AM