The perfect mix this morning as I glanced at my balcony – mist, frost, sunshine and jet trails – a burst of glory that drew me out to brave the cold in my dressing gown (though my camrea skills couldn’t quite catch the full magnificence).
I’m a very happy bunny today! Why? Whilst discussing UK retirement ages the lady beside me said, “You don’t mean to say you’re 61?” (my age when I retired) She looked genuinely amazed and even more so when I told her I was actually 66! What was it Shakespere said about women and vanity? lol!
(Actually I have to give all the credit for that to Jesus – considering my very adventurous life it’s a wonder I’m alive at all! lol!)
Modern western culture portrays old age as somthing scary, ugly, the end of all the good stuff, to be fought veheminately. Celebrities go to great lengths to stave off its onslaughts with diets, creams and cosmetic surgery till they look like walking skulls.
I remember the East where old age is venerated due to its wisdom, the old retired couples in China dancing in the park every evening, dining out surrounded by their children and grandchildren and how natural it seemed.
Part is due to the much healthier lifestyle (you seldom see old Chinese with a stick let alone a walker or wheelchair) and family ties are far stronger. The widow or widower helping with the grandkids seldom find themselves lonely. Old age is seldom lamented, rather seen it as a time of well deserved rest and enjoyment. There’s almost a holiday spirit about it.
How far have we in the west strayed from the natural concept of age. I came across the phrase, “old age is only disappointing if we find ourselves older in years without growing closer to God.” This also set me thinking. Feeling our lives have been well lived, looking back with satisfaction and forward with expectation gives peace.
The frantic striving to live every second because there are new wrinkles etc. so full of fear, for cancer, for strokes, for disabilities, drains us of the joys of old age. Growing closer to God brings peace and wisdom and with it the ability to enjoy this golden age slowly, deeply, like a vintage wine. We once knew this.
Age is opportunity no less
Than youth itself, though in another dress;
And as the evening twilight fades away,
The sky is filled with stars invisible by day.
(Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)
Why would someone choose darkness? Surely everyone prefers light, happiness, feeling good about themselves?
Because “their deeds are evil”, it tells us. That makes sense. LIght exposes everything! We cannot come proudly to the light of God for he sees all. We can only come childlike, knowing our flaws and failings, trusting in His love and mercy.
All are born with a conscience. Though adapted in our various cultures, the basics remain if not stifled (the verse, “having their conscience seared with a hot iron,” comes to mind.)
We all do bad stuff sometimes, (“for all have sinned”) the question is, do we embrace the light and be cleansed or hide in the dark lest someone see.
We live a quiet life here,
Surrounded by trees and water,
Rivers, canals, and lakes.
We watch the sunrise together
And I sit cosy in my chair
While He paints the evening sky.
Loved this! So encouraging!
The face was old and wrinkled,
But the eyes were still the same.
They still retained the twinkle
She’d seen upon that day.
Some things there’s no erasing
Though the years may flood on by,
The flesh may see corruption
But the spirit never die.