I officially no longer have anything in common with people in high school. Last night, I went to a 30 Hour Famine that was being done by a local church youth group. I was there to speak to them about Uganda and what I had done there this past summer.
As I spoke, I realized that I just couldn’t relate. My analogies didn’t describe things that they did. The way I talked was different than the way they talked. The biggest thing though was perhaps my approach. I approached like I would approach a college class or a group of adults and I could tell at a few points that they weren’t really on board.
There is no part of me that wants to be in high school again, but I didn’t think that I would cross off that people group as one that I am in touch with.