Baby boomers need to get back to church
I am a member of the baby boomer generation and because of that, I am brilliant. If we wanted it, we were almost guaranteed a college education. Because we are so brilliant, we can convince you that any kind of behavior is acceptable as long as it doesn’t hurt anyone else. Cause and effect are archaic concepts that can be circumvented by enlightened thinking. We are elite, and the age-old rules of decorum and common sense don’t apply to us.
Being a baby boomer, I have pretty much seen to the ruination of religious institutions. Most churches of all denominations are in dire straits with dwindling memberships because, after all: “I am a good person and I don’t need someone to tell me how to run my life.” I have decided to let my small children decide for themselves what kind of “spirituality” they will pursue, because they are even more brilliant than I am. Why would I need a church, when every time I admire myself in the mirror, every time I get on Facebook, I am constructing a shrine to myself?
The ’60s adage, “love the one you’re with,” has taken on a new dimension because most of us are devoid of a sense of community, of fellowship, and many of the self-help books that we gobble up have convinced us that we must love ourselves.
Now, moving on into our dotage, some of us are realizing the value of those around us, and that many of the tenets of the ’60s that seeped into our consciousness are utter tosh. Perhaps a trip back to the church we went to as a child would be a good way to reconnect. It may not be too late to save many of these churches if we begin to attend now. Wouldn’t it be a shame if, in our last-hour epiphany, there was no one there to help us close the book? The Buffalo Bills won’t mind if you come to the tailgate party at noon instead of 8 a.m.