I was proud of them as they led the meeting. They were twenty or thirty years my junior, but I felt like they were doing a great job. Fulfilling roles I had once filled, they were well-spoken, respectful and on point. God was using them to change lives. Although they had been raised in a more radical world than I, they were able to stand for the same ideals and principles. In spite of increasing social pressure to abandon their morals and values, they refused. 

Who were these guys? They were mentees. They were guys that I had trained and disciplined. I knew their quirks and their struggles. I had helped them clean up a few messes. They were guys who had made, and would continue to make mistakes, but their hearts were in the right place. Over the years I could have impeded their progress. I could have limited their opportunities – out of an abundance of caution. I could have made a case to disqualify them from service. I am glad I didn’t.

When I think back to the people in my life who had the greatest impact on me, I realize they were people who were selfless enough to help me (the next generation) find my place. I benefitted from people who gave of themselves so I could have a chance to grow and succeed. Sometimes when I am ministering, I hear their voices mixed in with mine. Their willingness to take chances on me allowed for a multigenerational momentum. They are part of me, and I am part of the next generation.  

How significant will your impact be on others? Will you just take advantage of your opportunities, or will you make opportunities for others? Who are you inspiring? Who are you going to help reach their goals? Who will you be willing to let take your place? It’s the only way great causes stay afloat. 

It felt good that day to sit in a meeting run by the next generation. I felt privileged to have had a part in training and releasing them to make a difference in the world. I knew I was doing what Jesus did when he discipled and released his band of followers. What a tradition!