“Last Saturday my youngest child turned 29. I have never been one to pay much attention to milestone birthdays: 29, 39, 50, 60. Birthday are all the same to me. But having my youngest turn 29 is a different story. It suddenly makes me feel old.
My brutally honest children would say, “That’s because you ARE old.” And you may think, “Old? My youngest is 59 and I don’t feel old.” Age is a matter of perspective, I guess. Just ask Methuselah how he felt when his son Lamech turn 595. The bible says Methuselah lived another 187 years after that.
None of us know how long we will live. I’m betting it won’t be as long as Methuselah. But what matters is not the number of years we have left, but what we do with those years. At 29 Jesus was still an unknown carpenter. By 33 he was dead. What he did in those 3 years, though, changed the world. Especially what he did on Easter Sunday when he made it possible for any of us to live longer than Methuselah, for the death and resurrection of Jesus brings us eternal life.
So maybe what I’m saying is don’t worry about counting your years. Make your year’s count. Live them fully for Jesus, and know that when our death comes, there is more life to live.
Enjoy the marvelous, wonderous, mysterious life you have been given in Christ.
Jesus said: “I came that they may have life, and have it abundantly.” – John 10:10