I Guess There Is No Stopping It

No matter how much I want to avoid it – it is becoming increasingly obvious.  I’m getting old!  Oh, I know that age is a relative thing.  But I still like to think that it was just recently I graduated from dear old Daniel Webster High.  But, as my mail keeps reminding me, my 25th college reunion is this fall.  If that’s not bad enough, Rheadon is picking at the back of my head saying, “Huh, I think you may have your dad’s head of hair, looks bare back here.”  And on top of all that, our youngest child turns 20 this week.  It does cause one to stop and think.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what is important and what really matters.  While career and achievement are important after all, we are to do all for the glory of God, thus excellence is a reflection on the God we worship and serve.  Faith, family and relationships are of supreme importance.  Nothing can be of greater importance than our commitment and devotion to Christ.  Our loving devotion to the Savior ought to dominate our thinking, our choices and our actions in every other sphere.  Second, our commitment to our families must take priority over career and personal achievement.  Nothing gives me greater joy then when our grown children want to spend time with us.  That is something wealth, prestige and position cannot buy and I would gladly take that over the trappings of power and influence.  I’m not saying you cannot excel in your career and have a happy family – I’m talking about the aim of your life.  I’m talking about what matters to you.  I would have to add to faith and family meaningful relationships.  I’m thinking particularly within the church.  I’m grateful for the deep, abiding relationships that grow out of my being part of the church.  My dearest friends are those with whom I’ve wept and prayed, celebrated and rejoiced while seeking to grow into the likeness of Christ.

Forgive my ramblings.  It was just on my mind and I thought I would indulge my mind while I still have one!  I’ll see you Sunday.

                        Rod