So, I'm in the process of becoming a United Methodist. This is a very big step considering my strong Baptist identity. However, I realized in seminary that I agree as much with the Baptist church as I do with the United Methodist and since it is a UM church where I have found my home here in the Big Apple, I am going to make the switch.
I say all this to explain what I was doing at a "charge conference". It's one of those Methodist things where the district superintendent sits over what I would call the "annual meeting". (Baptist typically handle this with no outside authority - autonomy of the local church and all that . . .) So, I was sitting at the charge conference as the slate of names for nomination was being read for this committee and that committee when the district superintendent notes that we need at least one young adult on certain committees. I thought, "that's cool." Then he defined what is considered a young adult by the UMC: 18-30 years old. ugh. So, now I am in mourning over my lost young adult-hood. I am no longer apart of an exciting demographic. I am just a plain vanilla adult. I don't know if I can handle this or not. I may have to take up sky diving or something . . .
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