Sometimes people say, “Those were some of the best years of my life.” I appreciate what is being expressed in that statement, but it’s something I’d have a hard time saying myself.
The simple reason is that most every year of my life has been “one of the best years of my life”. That is true for different reasons and in different ways depending on the year, of course, but there has pretty much always been something to be excited about, thankful for, and which gives enthusiastic cause for celebration.
So when it comes right down to it, I’d have a hard time saying any one year was better than another—they’ve all been pretty darn good, better probably than I ever had a right to expect.
As a case in point, I loved the years when I was privileged to work as a full time Youth Minister. I couldn’t believe I got paid for all the fun I was having (which, come to think of it, I often find myself still thinking.) The kids were great, and the team of people I ministered with was an absolute delight. I continue to value many of those relationships to this day, 25 years later.
So here is a picture for old time’s sake (I’m thankful that my Dad has resurrected some of these old pics and given them to me on a couple CDs). This is our Beach Party in 1983. Of course it was held in the dead of a western PA winter, with lots of snow on the ground and temperatures well below freezing!