Every day the clock ticks away the minutes. Hours become a day. A day becomes a week. A week becomes a month.
We welcome spring so readily, and summer even more so. But then its fall, then the Holidays are here again and by the time we get back to the real world, we’re wishing for spring again.
Poets and song writers have said it better than I will ever be able to, but on Monday you’re welcoming your child (or in my case, nephews) into the world. Tuesday, its their first day of school. Wednesday they’re in middle school, Thursday they enter high school and by Friday they’re off to college or a career or off to the other side of the country, 3,000 miles away and you’re blessed if they call you on Saturday or Sunday.
It all happened so fast. And while all of that growth was happening to my nephews, I was growing older. Lines on my face accompanied by bags under the eyes and a turkey wattle; my hands – which used to be so lithe and supple – are now gnarled, veiny and wrinkled; my nails which used to grow hard, strong and long, now are so thin they break and split if I look at them wrong. My hair, well aside from turning gray is as thin and fine as it ever has been. With all that going on, I could easily be seduced into world of eternal youth.
How easy it would be – if money were no object – to get the fat sucked out, the wrinkles and bags smoothed out, and certain body parts lifted. Today’s plastic surgeons are artists in the way classic sculptors were – sculpting beautiful bodies out of seemingly inferior material. Don’t like your eye color? You can change it. Lips too thin? Too thick? You can change that, too. Dye the gray away, put on the designer duds, slather on luxurious lotions and creams, and you, too, are young again.
Or are you? Or am I?
One of the crazy things about being human is that we grow old. We don’t live forever no matter how we want to or how hard we try. Yes, you can leave behind a beautiful corpse – but will you leave behind a meaningful, fulfilled live? Or will you leave behind one filled with disappointment, regret and pain? We can try to avoid the subject by pretending our impending death doesn’t exist, but will that make it go away?
It should come as no surprise to anyone – we’re all going to die. We don’t know when or how, but its going to happen.
But the good news is we have choices. We can choose to avoid death like the plague or we can choose to embrace it and live the life God intended for us. He wants us to accept death. He wants us to realize that death is but the doorway that leads us home to Him. Death is not the end of life. It’s the beginning of our real life – the life that is eternal and pure and free of cares and pains and in His Holy Presence.
If you’re on the Saturday or Sunday of your life, or in the fall or winter of your years, remember that Moses was really old when God called him to rescue Israel. Abraham and Sarah were super old when they finally had their long-awaited-for son, Isaac. The disciple John was old and exiled to isolation when he wrote the Book of Revelations.
There is still time to live a fulfilled and meaningful life. Let the dream of eternal youth go and focus on what you and God can do together in the little time you have left.
In the words of Auntie Mame, “Live! Life’s a banquet and most poor suckers are starving to death!”