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Oxford Dictionaries, a part of Oxford University, has selected youthquake to be the top word of the year 2017The abundant use of the word came about because of the unexpectedly strong turnout of younger voters in the 2017 snap election in the United Kingdom. My reading of this information, and my observations of several young people over the last few days prompted this piece, which although has some negative parts, comes to a positive and hopeful conclusion.


Youthquake. I like the sound. My initial thoughts on hearing the word, which is not a familiar one to me, was of the positive, enthusiastic, energetic qualities of young people, and of the dynamic influence they can have on this world. I considered our society, which in many ways spirals ever-downward, the needs of our churches, wide-spread famine and other challenges across the globe–and was sure young people can truly cause a quake–an aggressive, beneficial shake-up of the ground on which we stand that could contribute to the solution of many of these problems.

DSC_9200DSC_9186Then I chanced to be near an adult child who spoke in an arrogant, disrespectful way to his/her father. My insides shook.


I eyed the father. I willed him to be strong, for it was his right–indeed his obligation–to quiz and to direct the young person who, although grown, yet lived at home and indulged in its benefits. A good kid, probably, just a bit too frisky for the moment, a tad too full of itself.


Because it is my way, I thought of an account in the Bible where children were disrespectful to a man and came to an unfortunate end. As I contemplated  this piece of writing I reckoned with the thought that many people would think this reference too harsh, and the subject too edgy, and after all kids will be kids . . .and they must “sow their wild oats,” and this is a new generation, things are different . . .True, perhaps. Yet I persist in thinking that we who are in charge, whether parents, grandparents,  senators, teachers, or whomever must defend the mores of a God-fearing, decent, cultured, polite society. A bit of quaking in our spirits and in our consciences is likely a good idea.

DSC_8995But I liked my first response to Oxford Dictionaries youthquake and I thought of several young persons who I believe I can count on to shake up this world for the better.

The two guys with red apparel above are my nephews, both in their twenties, both in college. After a meal in our home a few days ago, their parents directed them to clear the table and wash the dishes. I was astonished. But cheerfully they rose from the table, and did the deed, even  as they embellished it with frivolous entertainment. David, the one you see in the midst of an aria there, grabbed a broom and swept the floor.

My granddaughter Chloe initiated a student Bible study in the college she attends.

My grandson Nathaniel is the youth leader at Hilltop Tabernacle in Chula Vista.

By live streaming tonight I watched my young friend Julio lead before service prayer at The Anchor Church in San Diego.

Gentry works like a man. Brady has the sweetest of spirits. Cole is artistic and is kind to me.

I hope you’ll make the effort to add names in the area set aside for comments. The ones you know. They’re out there. Young people. Good ones. God-fearing, upright people who truly can bring about an earth-shattering youthquake.

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The Eggs and I


Jerry went on to park after I got out at the main entrance of the store: I hadn’t many things to buy and he would wait in the car. I had placed a few items in my cart as I whipped through several grocery aisles, and now I stood before the eggs. We don’t eat many eggs–Jerry and I–and I do only a small amount of baking in our motor home these days, but we had only one left in the fridge, so I should buy a carton of the fine contributions that chickens make to the food chain.

Usually I buy the large size, but the container where my hands landed was stocked with medium-sized ones, and I thought: Medium is good enough, maybe even a little better. One or two less calories and a slightly reduced cholesterol dose. Besides that the carton was pink and pretty, and the price seemed okay: $2.29 for one dozen.

I knew a clerk was standing beside me for there was a stock cart close, and I turned my head now and saw that the young man was looking at me. He had blond curly hair, and he smiled.

“We have these on special, Ma’am. One ninety-nine…for 20 eggs.”

“Oh, good, I’ll take those.” I replaced the pink carton, and he handed me a large, flat container of 20 extra-large eggs. I smiled.

Know something! People are really nice. They’re pleasant, helpful, and caring. As I walked toward the check-out counter, I thought of the small–perhaps to some inconsequential–interchange that had just evolved, and I must tell you it warmed my heart. A young man, perhaps barely a tender beard, had seen a short little-ole lady checking out eggs nestled in a pink Styrofoam container, and knowing he could save her a few pennies, had acted on the thought.

Neat, wouldn’t you say.