Today I am officially old. Or middle aged. Or something. I don’t know what I am, but it seems safe to say that I’m at least beyond adolescence.
I like the wisdom of “old age,” but not the look. Seeing myself in the mirror was never a pretty sight, but now it’s downright disorienting: Who is that old guy, and what’s he done with my body?
Actuaries could tell you how much longer I’ll be on this earth, but they only calculate averages. In fact, my life is somewhere between 45% and 99.9% over. “What is your life, but a vapor?” (James 4.14).
On the other hand, if Jesus’ promise of eternal life is true, my life has barely yet begun.