If you abide in Me and My word abides in you, then you shall know the truth, and the truth shall set you free.
Welcome to another Terrific Tuesday, where we take a look at God’s word, His kingdom or His people to see what we can learn about ourselves, Him and/or our relationships with Him.
Today, I want to take a break from my normal Tuesday routine and personalize our visit a bit. I hope you don’t mind.
For some reason, we all tend to make a big deal of zero birthdays. You know, thirty, forty, fifty, and so forth. We all seem to feel like we’re going over the hill when we reach these milestones.
Since I attained the Biblical three score and ten today, I thought I’d talk a bit about age. I know, you’re still young and don’t worry about such things, but humor me. After all, I was young once myself, believe it or not.
When I was born, my maternal grandfather was 58. He’d had heart trouble for some time, and his health was pretty poor. My main memories of him were either lying on his bed or sitting at the dining table, after which he would return to his bed. He died just after I turned three.
Apparently my heart genes came from him. I had a heart attack just before I turned 52, and I’ve been a high blood pressure patient ever since. Toss in a bout with pericarditis and a couple of bouts with atrial fibrilation, and it’s pretty obvious I take after him in the health department—except for my diabetes. He never had that.
Why did he die at 61 while I’m still reasonably active and feel pretty good at 70? It’s the miracles of modern medicine—and I thank God for all that medicine.
My other grandfather and both grandmothers were in there early fifties when I was born. Pretty young nowadays, but not so much back then. I thought all three looked ancient, and when I look at photos from that era, I still think they looked ancient.
Undoubtedly, part of the reason they looked so old was that I was looking from the perspective of a toddler, but that’s not all of it. People in general looked a lot older in the 1940s than they do today. Again, modern medicine—plus better diet and exercise habits than they had.
It seems like everybody over thirty moans about age, but especially when hitting one of those zeroes. “I’m getting so old,” is a common comment, whether the speaker is 30 or 40 or 80. I used to think about that, too. I remember on my 40th birthday I felt like I’d lost something. Likewise at 50, but something has changed since then.
As I approached this number 70, I began to take stock of how my general health compared with that of my dad and my grandparents. My mother doesn’t count. At 96 she still doesn’t take as many pills as I do, so she’s an exception to everything. Anyhow, I began to realize what a blessing each new day and week and month and year is. Besides that, at my age I’m not expected to give my seat to a lady or stand when I shake hands with people.
The other day, when I mentioned my upcoming 70th at a meeting of my writers’ group, one of the ladies freaked out. She couldn’t believe I was anywhere near that old. I don’t know whether she was flattering me or had left her glasses at home, but it felt good to hear that.
As your next birthday, and the next and the next approach, take heart. Be glad. Enjoy every moment of it. That’s what I’m doing.
How do you feel about your age? Do you dread birthdays? Zero birthdays?
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