There is an advantage in growing older. Lily always tells me to say older, not old. Call it what you want, as you grow older you become more and more aware that time is slipping away. Advertisers make unbelievable claims of being able to help you seal up all those spreading cracks, dwindling muscles and evaporating strength, but it’s only a distraction from the truth. The allusion fades like the money you spend to be deluded. Reality is the old fart staring back at you from the mirror saying, “Prepare to meet your Maker.”
Of course, more and more of the world denies their Maker, preferring the myths of thirsty vampires and ravenous wolves or even the ever changing claims of science that there is no great Watch Maker, we just sort of happened. Have you ever marveled at a really nice watch and imagined it crawling out of a swamp?
Sorry, it’s understandable why people prefer to belief a myth that squeezes out accountability for the way we live. Who wants to be accountable for the things we say, do, want, dream? It is very sobering, no fun at all to face reality and own up to your own actions. We prefer to deny reality, cover over the obvious and hope it will go away. We bury our heads in the sand and tell ourselves no one is really that cruel, that evil, and that selfish. However, when someone’s kindness and thoughtfulness overtake us we are surprised, but we don’t devote nearly as much time being grateful, as we do telling one another that a snake is really not a snake. We have to be bit first.
It would be funny if it were not so damn sad. Unbelievable amounts of money are spent on steering people away from truth; whether it is politics, sociology, psychology, theology, the occult, the list is endless. Have you noticed the noise level is steadily getting louder?
Despite the best advertising campaigns, the funniest commercials and the most thought out lies, as you grow older you know your vitality is slipping away and you are going where there are no cell phone towers, no HD, no media hype, not even a Blazer game; and, you are going alone.
Believe it or not, this knowing, not denying, can be a blessing. There is no place for indifference in the one who knows they are going to meet their Maker. The power of denial drains away in proportion to the sand that shifts from the top of the hour glass to the bottom. There are always a few diehards who put up a good front to deny reality, but it swallows them up too.
Actually, the older I get the clearer the wonder of creation becomes. I marvel that I didn’t ‘get it’ when I was younger. The absolute joy of love is a constant comfort and each day is another opportunity to absorb God’s goodness.
Growing older can be like a blind person suddenly having their eyesight restored. They behold with ecstasy what they had previously seen with indifference.