Monday, April 23, 2007
A Bishopric of My Peers
Yesterday the bishopric of my ward was reorganized. And I realized just how old I am.
For the first time in my life, I am now in a ward where the majority of the bishopric (that is, the bishop and the second counselor) are in my general age group (and the first counselor is only 10-15 years older than me).* These are guys who I consider my peers and my friends. Guys I have invited over for dinner or parties. Guys I'm on a first-name basis with. Heck, after the meetings ended, Shelly and I stopped to talk to the wife of the new bishop to follow through with our previously planned intent to ask her to babysit for us. She returned the favor by asking us over for dinner that evening (of course, she later called to regrettably cancel, because she didn't know her husband was going to have to attend so many darn meetings throughout the day!).
I've already come to terms with the fact that I'm now older than the average NBA player. But when my buddies are called to the bishopric, it's a whole different story, because that (unlike the NBA) could happen to me.
Well, on second thought, no it couldn't. I wear colored dress shirts all too often to church, and besides, once I outed myself as the holder of a college degree in music, I guaranteed I'll never have a non-music-related calling. And that's just fine with me.
* Also: This is the first bishop I'm aware of (among my past bishops or any others I've known of) who has no kids. The guy just got married a year ago.
For the first time in my life, I am now in a ward where the majority of the bishopric (that is, the bishop and the second counselor) are in my general age group (and the first counselor is only 10-15 years older than me).* These are guys who I consider my peers and my friends. Guys I have invited over for dinner or parties. Guys I'm on a first-name basis with. Heck, after the meetings ended, Shelly and I stopped to talk to the wife of the new bishop to follow through with our previously planned intent to ask her to babysit for us. She returned the favor by asking us over for dinner that evening (of course, she later called to regrettably cancel, because she didn't know her husband was going to have to attend so many darn meetings throughout the day!).
I've already come to terms with the fact that I'm now older than the average NBA player. But when my buddies are called to the bishopric, it's a whole different story, because that (unlike the NBA) could happen to me.
Well, on second thought, no it couldn't. I wear colored dress shirts all too often to church, and besides, once I outed myself as the holder of a college degree in music, I guaranteed I'll never have a non-music-related calling. And that's just fine with me.
* Also: This is the first bishop I'm aware of (among my past bishops or any others I've known of) who has no kids. The guy just got married a year ago.
Comments:
My sources inform me that the oldest member of my new bishopric is only 8 years older than me. Fortunately, none of them is younger than me. But still. Shudder.
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