Things aren’t what they used to be. Things have never been as they used to be. Things will never remain the same, expect the promises of God.
This year’s Epiphany season we will be emphasizing our baptismal vows. Each Sunday we will renew those vows and celebrate God’s forever promise. Those promises made by God assure that us every day that no matter what the experiences we have in this world he is walking with us.
Nine cups of water a day, three strenuous work outs a week, meds daily, and check-ups every six months (because Dr. Desai says that I have reached that age.) “That age” is now verbiage in my vocabulary. When I was 28 and showed a small pudge at my waistline, it meant a pair of running shoes and preparing for the Peachtree Road Race. I didn’t see the doctor because I didn’t have insurance. I ate more salads but upon reflection I wasn’t aware that thick ranch dressing cancelled out most everything that I was trying to achieve. My knees were safe because I wasn’t carrying the 90 extra pounds that my doctor says will destroy my knees at “this age.” So, I have changed; I swim and do hot yoga. I must be hydrated enough for hot yoga since I am on a blood pressure medicine that requires lots of water. I started it in my 40’s and they have been all over me for years because my bun/creatinine ratio has been below acceptable for years, now that I am of “that age” it could affect my compromised heart. NOW it matters.
When I was 28, I worried about my future. Would I make it through seminary? Where would I work? I proclaimed that I would never pay $500 a month on a mortgage. That was impossible. I had the greatest ideas of how to lead a church, but budgets never entered my mind. My first church council meeting they introduced me to managing church finances. I vomited. I was scared about everything and read feverishly book after book, had night sweats and attended seminars trying to stay ahead of the curve on how to lead a church. Now, I know more than ever. Prayer could have been a great addition to that formula.
Today I still go through changes. I moved my daughter to Dubuque, Iowa over the holiday season. I never want to drive through Illinois again. How many flat farms can a place have? She pays $550 dollars a month, which includes heating, for her apartment. What a deal. I told her she will be okay. I bought her some workout equipment and told her to stay away from thick ranch dressing. She is ahead of me. She will pick up the car insurance this week because I have been in touch with Jake (from State Farm) to arrange all the transfers. She’ll be fine, but she will worry like her daddy. I told her to pray. I will pray for her.
The church will go through changes this year. Laura is going through the portal to retirement. She will enter the golden gates the last day of May. We will soon have some news to announce. However, I am not nervous, because life has taught me that things are never what they used to be and never will be what they used to be. God has taught me too that he is always with us. So, I wont be vomiting, instead I will renew my baptismal vows and bow my head in prayer and remember his forever promises. I am a lucky man and we are the beloved children of God
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