Father Gray sent an email yesterday, reminding us to move our clocks ahead an hour to welcome Daylight Savings Time. I suspect some will attend the later service tomorrow. Me,too. Not due to sleeping in but because I agreed to be Exhibit A in back to back sessions of Sunday School, one of which is during the nine o’clock service.
Not sure why I got picked, except, we’ve been having a series on aging and preparing for death. They must’ve decided I looked like a good fit.
Well, it’s appropriate since I go in for knee surgery Monday and there’s nothing quite like aching joints to remind one of aging and death.
Last Sunday I hobbled up to the pulpit to read scripture. As I headed back to the pew, Maggie and Kate were clapping. That was a first for me and probably for those seated nearby. Spontaneous encouragement for reading or walking without falling?
Joan Chittister’s, the Gift of Years, reminds us aging comes with “blessings and burdens.” Grands are definitely a blessing.
Jud and I engraved Robert Browning’s words in our wedding bands, “Grow old with me, the best is yet to be.” The blessing is all the years we shared together. The burden is facing surgery without Jud’s calming presence, strong hands, knee-buckling smile and the fact we were to age together
There are other blessings: Heather flies in tonight, Chad put up grab bars in the bathroom, two clappers close by, and the net of family and friends continues to hold as I leap daily with fears, yet faith.
The Bible says, “one day every knee shall bow” and mine don’t bend too well, so it’s time to be Exhibit A at Sunday School and Monday morning.
Prayers, even better.
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