I realize that at my age I am considered a senior citizen. Some even refer to a person my age as being elderly. I really don’t like being called elderly. I am getting used to the term senior citizen though, and don’t mind that so much, especially when it gets me a discount on a meal or a motel room. I know I am getting old, but I don’t feel old, although a quick glance in the mirror would suggest otherwise. Hopefully, even at my age, I will have at least ten or fifteen more years on this earth. Actually, the number of years that I have remaining is not that important. What is important is what I will do with the years that God will allow me to live. How will God use me? What will be my purpose in the days ahead?
As an old geezer I can continue to spread the message of God’s love and honor him by proclaiming that his son, Jesus Christ, is the only answer for those who are lost in sin. I can do it when I have the opportunity to preach. I can do it with my writing, and I can do it by reflecting the love of Jesus by the way I live my life and relate to others. Every one of us can show the love of Christ no matter what our age.
Excerpt from my book: Teachers, Preachers and Other Sinners
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