A few weeks ago I mentioned to MJ that we should be seeing the first hints of spring at the end of February. Shortly thereafter we received the a significant ice storm and then the largest snow that we had partaken of in the last 17 years. That was last week…today I am writing from the Writing Porch and it is 63 degrees. It feels like summer time! Last week I wondered if we would be able to fly to Destin, Florida this May….and Sunday MJ was able to secure an appointment for my first Covid vaccine this Thursday. My outlook is improving!
I saw a photo of me that MJ snapped Saturday at her first birthday dinner. I wondered who that old guy was… Time takes its tole on the best of us. We can not escape the daily drip…drip…drip of aging. Dylan Thomas said it best:
‘Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rage at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.’
‘Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a Green Bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.’
‘Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.
‘Grave men, near death, who see the blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.’
‘And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.’
‘Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.’
Life is for the living. The best way to live it is to grab it by the ears and shake it for all that it is worth! When I consider the panoply of adventures that await each of us as we travel this road back to Jerusalem…I am amazed at how often that we do not avail ourselves of the excitement and mystery and wonder that is contained in our human experience. In my early days I did to have money and it occurred to me that if I would apply myself and immerse myself in my vocation that the necessary money would be forthcoming…and it was. I left home with a high school education. But….again I knew that if I desired an education that it was there for me if I was motivated to receive it. I came from a narrow minded culture when it came to race and diversity and inclusion. I deduced that this culture was not me. I learned from others that were different than me…and I changed. I always believed that, ‘Jesus loved the little children of the world…red…yellow…black and white…all are precious in his sight…’
We are changing. Yes, you are changing as well as I. But…we are still here! God is not done with us yet! Winston Churchill was 66 years old in 1941 and he led the United Kingdom through World War II and they were victorious. Perhaps there is travel in you future? Perhaps there is ministry? Perhaps there is mystery and intrigue and wonder…just around the corner…don’t you want to take a peek…