Going To Small Churches With Very Old People

WHEN I TURNED SIXTY and joined the local senior center, it soon seemed obvious to me that I was way too young to be there. When the prayer stopped and the lunch line formed, everyone seemed to be moving in slow motion. In fact they were in a hurry. the food is great. If I move away, I'll tell them good bye, and offer a quick, friendly suggestion: when a new member shows up, walk over, offer to shake hands, introduce yourself, and say something nice. Or maybe I'm the only new member in history who wasn't greeted by one and all, and if so, disregard above advice. I had to win them over one at a time, since I look too young to be there, don't dress properly, and look like some kind of radical intellectual non-Christian type, which I am. One...at...a...time...worth it, though, because the food is good, and cheap for the elderly. We are finally beginning our seniors right, and we must, since within a few decades most of us will be seniors. Thus far in American history, the elderly have been an abused minority, like blacks, gays, woman, and any else who doesn't happen to be a wealthy white man, but that's changing, of necessity. At least ten of them invited me to church, and they all seem to belong to different churches. In a tiny little town, there are nearly as many churches as there are people. therefore I could not resist saying to one of them: "we all invent our own religions, ultimately". You can imagine how that went over. I told one of them that my religiosity was modeled closely on that of Thomas Jefferson and Albert Einstein, and he may've done some googling, because his initial confusion has resolved itself into smug, knowing disdain. My plan right now is to either accept all the invitations, or none of them. Each experience is likely to be rewarding, somehow or other, so maybe I'll end up just selecting a could of them, as research samples. All of these small churches are dwindling, as is the Christian faith worldwide. So they could use some help.