If God grants me life, how could I live if this is the path He designs?
Christ said we would have tribulation in this world; growing older and watching others age, and others approaching the end of their days I see trouble comes in many more costumes then I imagined. (John 16:33)
Visiting with an uncle and aunt this weekend reconfirmed that brass in the golden years is the major problem my mother attested that it was. They both live in assisted living communities; though separated by 80 miles, their experiences have many similarities. Loneliness, decrepitness, and dependence punctuate the challenges of growing old, making old age no place for sissies. Old age demands humor, courage and grace; it needs others’ forbearance, even the kindnesses of strangers.
The Lord told Peter as much:
“‘I tell you the truth, when you were younger you dressed yourself and went where you wanted; but when you are old you will stretch out your hands, and someone else will dress you and lead you where you do not want to go.’ Jesus said this to indicate the kind of death by which Peter would glorify God.” (John 21:18-19)
We think Peter was crucified, upside down, perhaps during Nero’s brutal persecution of Christians in 67 A.D. But, the Lord’s prophecy resonates when we see how age and infirmity can rob us of strength and ability. Maybe I will need help in ways for which I can’t imagine asking; maybe I won’t even be able to ask!
How can I uncoil fear’s icy fingers from my heart? By doing today, what I might not be able to do tomorrow – Remember God now – “. . . before the years take their toll and . . . the winter years keep you close to the fire.” ( Ecclesiastes 12:1-7)
Remember God and walk – by faith that:
He energizes those who get tired, gives fresh strength to dropouts.
For even young people tire and drop out,
young folk in their prime stumble and fall.
But those who wait upon GOD get fresh strength.
They spread their wings and soar like eagles,
They run and don't get tired, they walk and don't lag behind. (Isaiah 40:29-31)
This morning I sang with the Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir – maybe you will join in?
Through Every Pain Every Tear
There's A God Who's Been Faithful To Me
When My Strength Was All Gone
When My Heart Had No Song
Still In Love He's Proved Faithful To Me . . .
He's Been Faithful
Faithful To Me
Looking Back His Love
And Mercy I See
Though In My Heart I Have Questioned
Even Failed To Believe
Yet He's Been Faithful, Faithful To Me . . .
Sing along, too!
1 comment:
A thought-provoking post, my friend. While I have the time and the mind, I'm writing to the granddaughters. If they don't remember much about me, that's not a problem. I want them to know my Savior.
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