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.
Happy BD Arnold.
ReplyDeleteWow, I can't believe it. Didn't you just turn 40? Time relentlessly moves forward. Happy birthday, Arnold!
ReplyDeleteWell, now you can get special discounts. A few years ago, one of the international students referred to Dennis as being just like her grandpa. Last year, while visiting my younger sister before she had her birthday, an acquaintence of hers looked at me and asked me if this was this was my first grandkid. Since I've been like a mother to my baby sister all her life, I said, "yes!".
ReplyDeleteSure is fun!
Happy Birthday!
I said "before she had her birthday", I meant, "before she had her baby"
ReplyDeletei didn't know that Arnold...no party?
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