Spiritual formation isn’t a solo project. It’s a shared table across generations.

The most spiritually formative moments of my life didn’t happen in an age-targeted church program. They happened across a table.

Bill, a retired pastor who was in his 80s, took me under his wing when I was in my late 20s. We didn’t meet for a curriculum. We met for coffee, short walks, and conversations that wandered through life and arrived at truth and grace. He listened more than he taught. When he spoke, his words carried weight because I knew the life behind them. His simple faithfulness helped me imagine obedience over the long haul.