(Proverbs 11:7 KJV) When a wicked man dieth, his expectation shall perish: and the hope of unjust men perisheth.
I am not getting old, I am old. It has always amused me that people will change their hair color or spend lots of money on products that are supposed to make them look younger. It does not change reality. I am okay with that. Of course in my mind I am a lot younger than my body knows. I sometimes wonder who the old man is reflected in the store window, then I realize it’s me.
Since I believe that the death and shed blood of Jesus paid the price for my sins, I have a hope of eternal life. Death is not a scary thing. The possibly uncomfortable process of dying is a concern. Dementia is a possibility. Death itself is no big deal. The wicked don’t have that assurance.
So? One thing to be thankful for is not having to live in fear and desperation. We don’t have to make our mark. The success of the universe does not depend on us. We are preparing for eternity, not preparing eternity.