I recently experienced a strange phenomenon: I was going about my daily routine, minding my own business, when I got sweaty, a little light-headed, and forgot why I walked into the room. I called my doctor and he broke the news. As hard as it was to believe, I had to swallow this very difficult pill.
I was turning 60!
What? How could this be? I still feel so young! After all, I just graduated high school! He went on to inform me that was more than 40 years ago. (He may have mentioned something about waking up and smelling the coffee.)
After I picked myself up off the floor and came back to my senses, I looked in the mirror. He was right. I was wearing a polo shirt and khakis, there was a lot more forehead there than I remember, and I had this insatiable hankering for 60’s music.
I called my boyhood friends. Sure enough, it was happening to them, too. They’d noticed they were becoming much more conservative in their thinking, the topic of medications seemed to come up an awful lot, and they were particularly peeved by the increased frequency in which the neighborhood kids were getting into their yard.
So it was looking more and more as though I’d have to face this cold slap in the face of harsh reality. All the kids from my youth were turning 60. It must mean that I, too, was becoming a sexagenarian. By golly, I was turning 60.
But as it turns out there are lots of benefits! I have decades of memories, maybe even a little bit of wisdom and perspective, and I’m realizing a renewed and great hope for the future!
The book of Job says “My life is but a breath…” But James says, “Blessed is the man who remains steadfast under trial, for when he has stood the test he will receive the crown of life.”
Bring it on 60! We got this!
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