woe to those who sacrifice unity on the altar of criticism:  will we bend toward other generations?

I'm in between. A mom to the learning generation. A daughter to the leading generation. It's a good place to be.

But from here, in between, I fear that the bridge is still out.

I've sat on committees and heard elders say, "This generation, where is their commitment?" I respond, "Actually, they may just be the most committed generation the planet has ever seen--but their commitment does not manifest itself in allegiance to forms and fixtures."

I've sat in think tanks and coffee shops and heard twenty-somethings say, "That generation, they just don't get it. Why can't they make room for the artist? Why can't they embrace our uniqueness? Why can't they focus on the stuff Jesus focused on?" I respond, "Actually, the stuff they do 'get' has eternal strength. The opportunities open to us today are the fruit of their prayers and tears."

Bending is a posture of humility.

The bridge upon which the good news passes from one generation to another is formed as each generation bends toward the other.

Question: What if a generation has bent as far as it can? I'm serious.

Will other generations meet them the rest of the way? "But it's over half way," some might protest. Highly possible. Will we bend?

Or will we sacrifice souls on the altar of our uniqueness? On the altar of our criticism? The world will know of our Jesus as we love one another...

Love bends.