“I don’t feel any different - I can’t believe I’m 90!”
That comment - with varying changes to the number - is not uncommon. I have heard it repeatedly from those whom others would describe as old. Currently, my mother-in-law is slowly coming to terms with her increasing frailty at 93, although she seems to be constantly surprised by it.
It is hard to lose your independence and control. I say to her that it will be my turn one day. There is no escaping the relentless progress of time and decay: "Meaningless, meaningless" says the Teacher in Ecclesiastes using the multi-layered Hebrew word hevel (meaning passing/transient/fleeting). The voice in Ecclesiastes is like a relentless drumbeat throughout the book - nothing lasts forever, remember you will die - learn about life from visiting the funeral parlour.
Is your house built upon the Rock?
The Sunday School classic "The Wise Man Built His House Upon the Rock" is unlikely to lead to crying.Written …