I’ve gotten old…

As the youngest of a bunch, I had my parents to myself as a teenager.  My last couple years at home, mom decided to eat healthy.  Which meant yucky stuff for dinner.  Not a problem at first, because I could cook.  Then she started shopping healthy.  I couldn’t wait for college.

Years later, I was talking to our pastor about jazzing up worship, but he said the older folks already thought the band was too loud.

Now I’m old.  I know this because I’m trying to eat healthier and I think worship is too loud.  I’m more my father than he is now.  How weird is that?