Welcome to my blog, or should I say to the ramblings of an old man. I doubt that my ramblings are of much value, but at least I have an opportunity to share them.  So, please be kind and humor me. If nothing else of value stands out in these thoughts, I hope that you at least sense the value I place on a daily walk with the Lord.  That walk is what has provided me with motivation and a sense of purpose throughout my lifetime.  My prayer is that you, too, are experiencing this direction and joy in daily living which is available to everyone who puts his trust in Christ.  So, thanks again for joining me.  Please don't go without leaving some comments here so I can get to know you better as our paths intersect today in this blog.

Saturday, December 30, 2017

Not Growing Old?

          Probably this blog has too often centered on medical issues and topics about growing old.  And those topics may only be of interest to some of us who are seniors and are experiencing these situations.  But the rest of you will also get there - sooner than you expect.  I have no idea what the interests and ages are of those who navigate to this blog on a regular basis.  But maybe my choice of topics is one reason why the readership of this blog, unlike my hymn blog, has never grown.  And there isn't too much that I can do about it since I tend to write about my experiences and things that I think I may know a little about.
          So as we begin another year, I have decided that the first blog of the year will again be aimed at those of us who are seniors.   While others may not yet appreciate these challenges, we who are seniors understand them well.
         John E. Roberts penned an interesting poem, "Not Growing Old", which I will share as we begin 2018.  Hopefully some of you can relate to it.

They say that I am growing old;
I've heard them tell it times untold,
In language plain and bold—
But I'm not growing old.
This frail shell in which I dwell
Is growing old, I know full well—
But I am not the shell.

What if my hair is turning gray?
Gray hairs are honorable, they say.
What if my eyesight's growing dim?
I still can see to follow Him
Who sacrificed His life for me
Upon the cross of Calvary.

What should I care if time's old plow
Has left its furrows on my brow?
Another house, not made with hand,
Awaits me in the Glory Land.

What though I falter in my walk?
What though my tongue refuse to talk?
I still can tread the narrow way,
I still can watch and praise and pray.

My hearing may not be as keen
As in the past it may have been,
Still, I can hear my Saviour say,
In whispers soft, "This is the way."

The outward man, do what I can
To lengthen out this life's short span,
Shall perish, and return to dust,
As everything in nature must.
The inward man, the Scriptures say,
Is growing stronger every day.

Then how can I be growing old
When safe within my Saviour's fold?
Ere long my soul shall fly away
And leave this tenement of clay;
This robe of flesh I'll drop, and rise
To seize the "everlasting prize."
I'll meet you on the streets of gold,
And prove that I'm not growing old.

—John E. Roberts

Have a blessed and happy 2018!

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