I am getting old. I can feel it. At times it is because I can’t feel it. My reflexes are slower. My grip is on vacation, either that or they are putting the pickle jar lids on tighter. There are a lot of great words out there but I can’t remember what they are. I am starting to think highly of slip on shoes.
What a great time to be alive and it gets even better if you stop and think about what Easter is all about. Let me give you a clue, it isn’t bunnies. Need another one? It isn’t about new clothes or egg hunts. It is about an empty grave and why it was empty.
I see so much to be depressed about in the world around me. I was born in California and have a weekly zoom call with guys who have not escaped yet. I look at the judicial system that is letting violent criminals out with little or no bail while locking up first time misdemeanor “criminals” for a year with no trial. You know the litany. You live it every day. I hear and see it. Why bother getting up? Well, at my age it is to go to the bathroom. What is your excuse?
I see much to be depressed about, true, but I am not depressed. When I walk in the morning I am grateful for the creation that surrounds me. I have a sore finger. I have nine more that are just fine. My time on earth is limited but I have a lack of what you could call “grave concerns.” My pacemaker is working fine but in a very real sense it doesn’t matter because even if it fails I know there will be another chapter. As the Apostle Paul said,
(1Co 15:55 KJV) O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?I trust you can join me and take a momentary break from the pity party and rejoice in the assurance of the resurrection. Maybe you are one of those who still thinks of it as “the hope”. Well and good but if that means you are hoping in desperation then you need to get on board and trade your hope in for assurance.
Read the end of the book. Find out who wins if you don’t know already. Today we celebrate. Victory is already established.
homo unius libri