Yesterday I am at a hymn sing. Hymn sings are designed for an older generation. They are fun, exhausting and inspirational. Sing for a straight hour and see how your lungs last. Sit with friends and laugh and cry and hear good words spoken.
I was asked to lead the singing. The song leader had been drifted in by six feet of snow (yes, it is April and the snow will melt – just not yet!). The songs didn’t look too difficult – although I found one song was not what I had expected. I ended up reading the music and trying to make that work. Thanks to a great pianist, we made it through.
As I am standing there, preparing for the evening, the leader stepped up to me. In a nice way he said, “you don’t have to wear your tie.”
Now, I like ties. They keep my neck warm, give a nice flow to the ensemble of shirt and suit jacket, and can set off a clothing display that would otherwise be rather dull.
I looked around the room. There were suit jackets a plenty. But no ties.
Remember, this is the generation that grew up with ties, especially on Sunday (and many other days). The following generation rebelled and lived in blue jeans and tshirts.
I was surprised. The dress code was a contradiction to the age in which they grew up.
Perhaps there is still a little bit of the rebel even in the “older” generation!