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Happy Birthday

I celebrated another birthday last week. No big deal. But it is a big deal. Every year is a gift from God and I am grateful.

There was no party (didn’t want one) but there were a lot of birthday greetings from friends and family. A good morning hug and kiss from my wife of almost 49 years. Phone call from my daughter in California. A webcam with my oldest son and his family (especially the grandchildren). A trip to Mercedes Benz Stadium for an Atlanta United soccer match with my younger son. Dinner, compliments of a very dear friend. Nothing is better than to know that you are loved and appreciated by the folks who are closest to you.

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I remember years ago when one of my nephews asked me how old I was. “I replied that I was thirty. By the look on his teenaged face I must have appeared to be ancient. 30! His expression indicated that he thought I was surely on my last leg. He probably could not imagine that I would still be alive 44 years later.

I can remember when I thought persons my age were “old.” I still catch myself referring to people just a few years my senior as “old” or “elderly” although I don’t feel that way about myself. You are probably thinking, “He is out of touch with reality,” and you may be right.

There are many benefits to aging especially if one enjoys good health, and I do. I am alright with getting older. I just don’t ever want to get “old.” In thinking about the aging process I came across the following “Prayer of an Anonymous Abbess” by Margot Benary-Isbert.

Lord, thou knowest better than myself that I am growing older and will soon be old. Keep me from becoming too talkative, and especially from the unfortunate habit of thinking that I must say something on every subject and at every opportunity.

Release me from the idea that I must straighten out other peoples’ affairs. With my immense treasure of experience and wisdom, it seems a pity not to let everybody partake of it. But thou knowest, Lord, that in the end I will need a few friends.

Keep me from the recital of endless details; give me wings to get to the point.

Grant me the patience to listen to the complaints of others; help me to endure them with charity. But seal my lips on my own aches and pains — they increase with the increasing years and my inclination to recount them is also increasing.

I will not ask thee for improved memory, only for a little more humility and less self-assurance when my own memory doesn’t agree with that of others. Teach me the glorious lesson that occasionally I may be wrong.

Keep me reasonably gentle. I do not have the ambition to become a saint — it is so hard to live with some of them — but a harsh old person is one of the devil’s masterpieces.

Make me sympathetic without being sentimental, helpful but not bossy. Let me discover merits where I had not expected them, and talents in people whom I had not thought to possess any. And, Lord, give me the grace to tell them so. Amen.” (Margot Benary-Isbert)

Life is good but another birthday brings with it the realization that life on earth is not forever and I am reminded of the psalmist words: “So teach us to number our days that we may gain a wise heart.” (Psalm 90:12)

Jamie Jenkins

 

A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. Really, how do you know?

Why do children believe anything their friends tell them but question everything their parents tell them?

How can a parent love all their children (no matter how many) and never run out of love?

Why do we put round pizzas in square boxes and then cut them into triangles?

How we can sit for hours in uncomfortable seating and environment for a sporting event but have a hard time sitting for one hour for worship service?

How can items advertised in TV infomercials be so outstanding and cheap- and if you “call now” you get a second item free?

Why do some people dislike other people simply because of the color of their skin or their ethnicity?

After paying a small fortune to attend a ball game or enter an amusement park, why does it cost another fortune to eat?

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Why do we believe it when we are told there are billions of stars in the sky but when we are told “Wet Paint” we have to test it?

When things I really don’t like are prohibited, why do I crave them?

Why is it chicken fingers when chickens don’t have fingers?

Why do we call it “free time” when all time is a gift?

Why do we say it is a dog eat dog world when we have never seen a dog eat another dog?

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Why do we say things are selling like hot cakes?

Why do we say when it rains it pours when sometimes it is just a drizzle?

Does every cloud really have a silver lining?

Do we really believe that when you smile the whole world smiles with you?

Are you sure that flattery gets you nowhere?

Is cleanliness really next to godliness?

If the good die young, then is everyone my age bad?

Why are you assigned a seat for a professional soccer game because you stand for the entire time?

Why do some people find it hard/impossible to believe that God loves them?

Jamie Jenkins