As I approach my allotted “threescore and ten” the end of the road becomes a constant companion.
(Psalms 90:10 KJV) The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.Death can strike at any age but at a certain age it ceases to fit the category of tragic or unexpected. Weakness becomes something to compensate for, not deny. It is a part of life.
How many people do we know that have such a fear of death that they will mortgage their children’s future in order to have a medical procedure to extend their time a few months? I am going to have a colon exam in a few weeks. What if the doctor comes into the room and says, “I’m afraid I have bad news.” The world will respond with weeping and gnashing of teeth. The believer will respond differently. By the time this is posted I will know what he had to say.
So? We are as grass. We will “disappear” (1540). But it really isn’t disappearing. It is being transformed. It is being promoted. It is moving into eternity with and assurance in our hearts that we finally get to ask Jesus those questions that have had no answers. I trust you have that security no matter what your age.