One Foot in the Grave

For those of you who know me either personally or through my writing, you know I’m not a young pup. You have even heard me ramble on about the impact Father Time has had on my life and many of you can identify with this reality. At times it would be easy to take on a rocking chair mentality, sit on the porch and watch the remainder of my life pass by remembering bygone days.

However, I checked today and I still have a pulse. Even if I had one foot in the grave, which I don’t, I would still have one foot on solid ground. Granted, I can’t do some of the things I used to do. In many cases, that’s a relief. Instead of focusing on what I can no longer do, I need to focus on what I can do. I can do things today, with the help of my Lord, which I could never have done as a youngster. What I have learned over the years are lessons He can use for His glory. And as long as I seek to glorify His name, my God will have work for me to do.

Moses was eighty years old when God sent him to Egypt to lead the Israelites from bondage. Joshua was no spring chicken when he led Israel into the Promised Land. John the Apostle was a senior citizen when he wrote the book of Revelation and he was still going strong. It doesn’t matter if we are eight or eighty; God has a job for us to do.

When the Apostle Paul came to the end of his life, he was able to say, “I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. Now there is in store for me a crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will award to me on that day—and not to me only but also to all who have longed for His appearing (II Timothy 4:7-8).

Fight the fight. Finish the race. Keep the faith. Receive the crown.