Generations
I was not alive in the sixties, but it seems like an amazing time for those who were.
I thought about this last night because Michael and I went to see this great show called Shout. It was the story of a group of wide-eyed women who move to London from the north with high hopes, to become famous, to find work, to find love. It was 1960.
The decade and their lives unfold against a backdrop of this turbulent, exciting era. The Beatles, the short skirts, flower-power, and landing on the moon. And its music, Dusty Springfield’s Son of a Preacher Man, Lulu’s To Sir With Love and lots of others.
The time seems so defining. Its fashion, its music, its politics and values. It also seemed so ground-breaking, where things changed rapidly and dramatically.
It was interesting for someone of my generation to look back at it and to see the influence of that era. The pill, the Second Wave, the advent of tinned food!
It makes me think about legacy and the footprints that our own generation will leave. The effect that our choices and values will have.
It seems particularly relevant as a Christian because Jesus says to us, you are the salt of the earth. He calls us to have an influence for His Kingdom on the culture around us, by what we say and what we do. To bring His flavour to bear in this era, and in this generation.
