By Wayne Mason, Harry Hynes Memorial Hospice chaplain
When children are born, we count their ages in days, weeks and months. “He is 6 months old.” When children get a little older and are able to count their own ages, they include the portions of years. “I’m 3 ½.”
As adolescents age they begin to look toward specific goals. “I’m almost 13.” In other words, look out world I will soon be a teenager.
Another one of those special markers is: “I’m about to turn 16.” The interpretation is: “FREEDOM! Give me the car keys.” Additional markers include: 18—“I’m a legal adult.” 21—“I can legally buy any vice I want to.”
Pride of age begins to slow down after that. Many will cringe when they hit the decades. “I’m getting old. I just turned 30.” Or, I like this one. “I’m having the 1st anniversary of my 29th birthday.”
By the time we hit 40, we are cringing more about the gray hairs that are showing up and the waistline that is out of control. By 40, I know many people who no longer share their ages.
Look ahead another 30 years and you will see people restoring their pride of age. “I’m 70 years old, and I have the grandchildren to prove it. Do you want to see their pictures?”
I’m looking forward to the day when birthdays are no longer counted. When is that day? It is the day we begin to live for eternity. No more death. No more sorrow. No more birthdays. Lots of joy and lots of love.
“And this is the testimony: God has given us eternal life, and this life is in his Son. He who has the Son has life; he who does not have the Son of God does not have life.” (1 John 5:11-12)
Prayer: “Lord, thank you for the promise of eternal life through Jesus. We look forward to that time without measure and that time without sin and its consequences. Amen.”