Every year for Christmas and my birthday, I always ask for the same thing - a new body, size 12. For some reason, no one ever gets that for me.
This is one of the few birthdays I can remember that I'm not looking forward to. I remember that I wasn't especially happy to turn 21. I couldn't claim childhood on any legal grounds anymore. (I hadn't yet figured out that childhood is in the heart rather than the body.) And fifty was a pretty big wall to climb over. I couldn't pretend that I still had half my life left to live. I know Great-uncle August lived to be 105, but my odds of matching that are slim to none. I don't have the Kuehn body type.
In March of this year, our friend Ed died. He was one month past his birthday - the same birthday I'm staring square in the eye. It made me compare numbers. If I live to be as old as Ed, I have one month left. If I live to be as old as my father, I have two years and three months. I've already outlived a number of my classmates and several good friends. One died at 56. Several classmates died within the first year out of college.
Does this sound morbid? I think everyone has to deal with their own mortality sooner or later. "Teach us to number our days that we might apply our hearts unto wisdom." Psalm 90:12. What do I want to accomplish in whatever is left of my life? What is most important?
What if I don't even have enough time left to die? I watch the Middle East countries going up in smoke and the European and US economies going down the drain. What is the most likely scenario for the world to need a global leader (the antichrist) to show up and "take care of things"? We would need economic chaos, massive unrest and a bazillion people who think that government should take care of everything and everyone. Does that read like the daily news to you? It does to me.
What if Jesus were to show up any time now? I watch with special diligence around the Feast of Trumpets every year, but I wouldn't mind if it were today or tomorrow. Wow! To be in heaven enjoying the wedding supper of the Lamb. Now that would be a birthday present! And I bet I would have my new body - size 12.
Happy birthday to me...
Kathi
This is one of the few birthdays I can remember that I'm not looking forward to. I remember that I wasn't especially happy to turn 21. I couldn't claim childhood on any legal grounds anymore. (I hadn't yet figured out that childhood is in the heart rather than the body.) And fifty was a pretty big wall to climb over. I couldn't pretend that I still had half my life left to live. I know Great-uncle August lived to be 105, but my odds of matching that are slim to none. I don't have the Kuehn body type.
In March of this year, our friend Ed died. He was one month past his birthday - the same birthday I'm staring square in the eye. It made me compare numbers. If I live to be as old as Ed, I have one month left. If I live to be as old as my father, I have two years and three months. I've already outlived a number of my classmates and several good friends. One died at 56. Several classmates died within the first year out of college.
Does this sound morbid? I think everyone has to deal with their own mortality sooner or later. "Teach us to number our days that we might apply our hearts unto wisdom." Psalm 90:12. What do I want to accomplish in whatever is left of my life? What is most important?
What if I don't even have enough time left to die? I watch the Middle East countries going up in smoke and the European and US economies going down the drain. What is the most likely scenario for the world to need a global leader (the antichrist) to show up and "take care of things"? We would need economic chaos, massive unrest and a bazillion people who think that government should take care of everything and everyone. Does that read like the daily news to you? It does to me.
What if Jesus were to show up any time now? I watch with special diligence around the Feast of Trumpets every year, but I wouldn't mind if it were today or tomorrow. Wow! To be in heaven enjoying the wedding supper of the Lamb. Now that would be a birthday present! And I bet I would have my new body - size 12.
Happy birthday to me...
Kathi
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