One of my students at Leland began a
question the other night with these words; "In all of your
experience..." Something about those words made me suddenly feel a bit
older. Perhaps the recognition I received at IHOP recently when told that I now
qualify for the senior menu made me a bit more sensitive to the student's words.
Or maybe it's the passage of time now marked by our "empty nest" that has made
me more aware of my "maturity." It could be the occasional inquiry that comes
from time to time these days about where and when we might retire.
I suppose I would have to admit that there
are days when I feel a bit older than others; days when I recognize the signs of
aging in my face or in the sounds of my occasionally creaking, stiff joints.
I've had gray hair for years...of course I'm glad to have hair of any
color. Perhaps the student's words
caught me at just the right moment, you know, that intersection between reality
and insecurity where something said at any other time wouldn't have hit me that
way...but in that moment, it gave me reason to pause.
Some of you may be chuckling right now, thinking I'm too young for such
thoughts, and I guess you are right. I'm in reasonably good health and have an
otherwise positive outlook about life and living. I have always subscribed to
the familiar adage, "You're as young as you feel," because I've always
felt young, certainly younger than my years. But time now seems to slip by more
quickly. Yes. I know there are still the same twenty-four hours in the day now
that there were thirty years ago...perhaps I simply mark them in a different
manner.
Irish playwright, Oscar Wilde, once said, "The old believe
everything; the middle-aged suspect everything: the young know
everything." Perhaps my
middle-aged suspicions are simply running amok. The words of another
middle-age man are appropriate for my season of suspicions. "I have learned
the secret of being content in any and every situation... I can do
all this through Christ who gives me strength." Paul's admonition to the
church at Philippi is good medicine for my and your suspicions...no matter our
age or circumstance.
In all my
experience...I realize how blessed I have been in so many ways. Thanks be
to God!
Jim
Abernathy
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