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."