I turn 77 years old today, whether I want to or not, whether I like it or not! We can fight the aging process, but in the end, it is going to win. I remember reading a sign once that asked the question: How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?
That sign annoyed me when I first saw it, it still annoys me. I know how old I am. My body reminds me every day. All I must do is pass a mirror or catch a glimpse of my reflection in a window. I am reminded also when I climb out of bed with most of the same aches and pains I went to bed with – or sometimes even with new ones. Sometimes I Feel ancient.
But other times I Feel like a child. Christ-mas, hearing the carols, seeing the nativity scenes, watching the snow fall. When I see the little kids in the neighborhood playing, I wish I could play too. When I see the young people in church jumping for joy in the presence of the LORD, I want to join in. Of course, I don’t jump anymore, my knees have forgotten how … but I still want to!
I also Know that deep inside me, in the part of me that really counts, I am now and will eternally be a child of God. The calendar that counts the years cannot change that. The body that refuses to jump when told cannot change it either!
1 John 3:1: How great is the love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are!
