A while back I wrote in my diary, “Today I’m 60, but I’m going to live forever so I’m just a kid.” I haven’t felt much like a kid since I wrote this, but the hope is still alive. One of my old flippant sayings when confronted by a health conscious (health food nut) person was, “I don’t get my new body till I wear this one out.” I want you to know I’m doing well with the wearing this one out part. However it’s not as fun as it once was. The wearing out is now quite painful, but the new body hope is still alive.
Sunday morning I found myself doing what I used to think was a strange activity that old people did. I was reading the obituaries in the newspaper. Not only was I reading them, but I was emotionally involved in reading them. The short assessment of a person’s life was somehow hauntingly relevant. As I sense the nearing of life’s end, I think, “What might be written about me?” What in my years was good and what was bad? Fortunately, most obituaries focus on the good. The family usually keeps the bad to themselves. Woo, I say as I contemplate this.
I could get lost in these thoughts, but what I wrote on my 60th birthday is the real truth. I have the promise of eternal life in Christ Jesus. I’m going to live forever. The assessment of this short beginning time is recorded by the eternal God. He makes the final evaluation. Praise be to my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. The bad is forgiven and forgotten because the most significant act of my years was receiving the great gift Jesus purchased for me on the cross. The worth of my other acts is in his hands.
Life has seemed long, but when I look back the part that has passed went by rather quickly. There is still more to come. I relish what remains. And, the hope is still alive!