Monday Musings for 11.16.20


Dear Friends,

Joel Ross is a real estate mogul who publishes the Ross Rant.  I want to share the final paragraph of what he sent recently.

Periodically I try to give encouragement to those of you getting older by telling stories from my tennis club.  I have a regular Friday game.  My partner is 85, has two replaced knees, an inoperable benign tumor below the brain, and damage to a muscle in his tennis arm.  I will match him against any 40 year old.  He runs faster across the court, and moves quicker than most guys half his age, and he can hit and place the ball as well as any much younger guy.  We call him the Energizer Bunny.  Two days a week he goes into the city and works at his vet practice doing surgeries — often five a day.  Age and infirmities are all in the mind.  The calendar is not relevant.  Make the most of every remaining minute.

Last week I had a birthday.  I am now 20 years younger than the “Energizer Bunny.”

The truth is we have quite a few “Energizer Bunnies” in this congregation.  You all inspire me.  I was going to list a few names, but I quickly realized that was a really bad idea (too many names and too many tough calls on who to include). But you know who I’m thinking of!  We have so many people who have reached an age where you might think that either by choice or necessity, they would have become sedentary.  But no.  They run circles around people half their age.  They are doing what God put them on this earth to do, and having a lot of fun in the process.

So here is a question to ponder:  Are they active and enjoying life because they have energy and good health, or do they have energy and good health because they are active and enjoying life?  Hmmm.

Our Roberta Witteman used to say, “Age is just a number, if you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.”  I think she may have been mixing a couple of aphorisms, but she was right.

Yesterday in our online service we saw and heard a congregation packed into a church, singing one of the great hymns of our faith.  The author of that hymn, John Greenleaf Whittier, also wrote this:

Fill, brief, or long, my granted span of life with love to thee and man;

Strike when thou wilt the hour of rest, but let my last days be my best.

In Christ,