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“What a beautiful sight this is.” he thought. The finishing touches to a wonderful day.
His daughter and grands had visited earlier and it was always a joy to spend time with them. The grandchildren always so full of life, brought back memories of his youth and his being curious about what was coming up next in life. Sometimes living in this senior community, it could get Wilson down. He was constantly hearing complaints about what hurt today, doctor visits, and how long it’s been since the kids last visited.
Looking again at the sunset, he said out loud, “Just like me I’m in my twilight light years and when I look back, I see mostly beauty before my sunset. For that I can say thank you God.”
“Hey Wilson, who are you talking to?” Pete said looking around as he came into the room.
“No one in particular, I was just admiring the sunset and it made me reflective. It’s good sometimes to stop and just enjoy the beauty of God’s creation. You know recently I’ve been to several funerals of dear friends. I hate reading their obituaries where the year born and year died is described as sunrise and sunset. Pete, my friend, unfortunately each day we, that is you and I, are getting closer to our own sunset.”
“Thanks for the glass half empty analogy Wilson.” Pete said laughing. “Man you’re usually one of the upbeat ones. What happen?”
“Oh you know being over seventy-five, and we live here. The world says based on statistics we are now in our twilight season. You know, take it easy and enjoy the fruit of our labor, yad-da-yad-da, yad-da.”
“Yeah, that may be so for some, but not me. I prefer to go from glory to glory to glory. Meaning what does age have to do with it? Haven’t you heard? Most of the ones God used in the Bible were not young whippersnappers. Wasn’t Moses about eighty years old?”
“Yeah, but..,”
“And Abraham was something like ninety-nine or one hundred years old before Isaac was born?”
“Yeah, but..,”
“But nothing. Twilight, to me indicates that I have had my glory days and there is nothing left for me to do but wait on death. Well that ain’t going to happen. Think of it like the game of baseball. Everyone starts off at home plate, but it doesn’t count until you complete your journey. You have to run those bases, you might start out on first, until someone gets a hit and sends you to second or third. You might even do so well you hit a home run from the start. But it still doesn’t count until you touch each base. So when my time comes, I want to slide right into the next phase, making that transition into eternal life. The third base coach, who is Jesus Christ, is telling me to run home. The umpire is God calling me safe. That’s the ultimate glory ‘cause I get to be with him! I know sometimes sickness can take you out of the game, but even with that you can still call in some plays for others.”
Wilson smiling slapped his friend on the back and said, “Thanks Pete, I owe you one buddy.”
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We do tend to send older souls out to pasture nowadays, don't we?