I’m getting old, ha, ha. I trot out this joke at times because I’m a “young” pastor, two months shy of 39! In most professions I would be considered middle-aged, but in the church I’m seen as young.
I have to admit that I’m getter older. I can’t do some of the ministry I once could, like camp counselor, or sleeping on a pew and not hurting. Is it possible that an old man like me can still be useful to God?
Now the church, or the “righteous” as the psalm puts it, is also old. It’s an old institution and currently in Canada, filled with many older people. The church would love to have more young people like me and younger to fill the pews.
Perhaps we should not meditate on what has died, but on where the sap is still flowing, on where there is new fruit. Everyone and everything gathered into church is from God. God never quits. There is sap still flowing and fruit being produced.
Live this promise and enjoy the fruit!
Lord God, the life we have is a gift from you. The fruit we bear is from you for the whole creation to share. Thanks for being our rock. Energize us to work in your kingdom. Amen. — SB