We live believing the lie: old can never mix with new (and vice versa).
Whenever one generation encounters another, we have a tendency to thrust up our hands and remark, “They’ll never understand!”
After all, how could an eight-year-old who plays fruit ninja ever know the feeling of mulch crusted in their fingernails after they planted a victory garden?
And how could a senior citizen understand how student debt grabs the lungs of millennials with a pair of choking hands?
It seems Solomon proclaimed in vain, “There is nothing new under the sun.” (Ecclesiastes 1:9 NLT). Clearly the Old Testament king never encountered a selfie stick.
So how can we reconcile the two vast worlds of old and new?
One word: literature.
From the eccentric illuminations of Plato to the magical world of Harry Potter, characters differ only by the year in which they were born. All works of literature share a new connection: nothing new.
I plan to prove this one blog post at a time.
I liked this well-written blog post by Chantal Burns.