Life is a bit of a paradox. When little, we look forward to birthdays with double digits, like 10. And, then, being a teenager; and, next, 16--the age you obtain your driver's license. The magical age of 18 arrives soon enough, and in a skip and a hop, you're 21 and you own the world. Or, at least you feel you do....In your later 20's, the body starts to go downhill.... Many of us no longer look forward to on-going birthdays. Have you ever heard anyone say, I can't wait to turn 35 ... or 50.... or ____
With age comes wisdom, someone said. The opportunities are certainly there. But, we grow frail; we can not be as independent as we once were; we realize we have limitations; and ultimately, we lose a little dignity along the way.
The good news is that Jesus transformed all this with his death and resurrection and promised the same for us in that our living and dying bodies will be changed into glorious bodies. Now, that's a day to look forward to.
My aunt passed a couple of weeks ago at 106. Although her rib cage was grating her pelvic bones therefore diminishing her stature, she was an angel to me. I can only imagine how she looks now in heaven.
Philippians 3:21 reads, Jesus will transform and fashion anew the body of our humiliation to conform to and be like the body of His glory and majesty, by exerting that power which enables Him even to subject everything to Himself.
Whenever your birthday is
whatever age you're turning
CELEBRATE--
You have so much to look forward to...
