10/07/2026
Church would be easier if everybody liked the same music.
It would also be a lot less interesting.
On Sunday mornings, I look around and see people who grew up singing hymns next to people who didn’t grow up in church at all. I see grandparents, young families, people who have been here for decades, and people who are still learning everyone’s names.
Some love the organ. Some love the guitar. Some know every word. Some are still trying to figure out what page we’re on.
And somehow, we worship together.
I think that’s part of what makes church beautiful.
We don’t have the same history. We don’t have the same taste. We’re not even all in the same season of life.
But we are learning to sing together, pray together, laugh together, grieve together, and follow Jesus together.
The church isn’t supposed to be a room full of people who are exactly like us.
It’s supposed to be a family.
And families are wonderfully complicated.
What do you love most about worshiping with people from a different generation than your own?