Sometimes I like to think I’m pretty modern. Or maybe postmodern, which ever is the hip one right now.
I wear v-necks. I have an iPhone. I use Twitter like it’s my JOB. Occasionally, I’ll even listen to a band who plays old-timey music in a new-timey way, with rolled up jeans and banjos and sneaky accordions, which actually makes it cutting edge music.
But, sometimes, I’m shocked at how old-fashioned I really am at heart.
I was reminded of this recently when a pastor I saw “jump started” a prayer. Not familiar with the phrase? That’s good, because I think I just invented it.