Now that I am old and gray, do not abandon me, O God. Let me proclaim your power to this new generation, your mighty miracles to all who come after me.
~Psalm 71:18, NLT
Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.
Age is sneaky; it has a subtle way of slipping up on you. I tell folks that I went to bed young and woke up old. Seriously, it seems unreal that I can remember things that happened 65 years ago. I can remember when old Gregg was young. When I was young, I never dreamed about being old but any way you cut it, I am no spring chicken. I am reading STREAMS IS THE DESERT FOUR and yesterday I came across something interesting: They are called–PRECEPTS FOR OLD FOLKS or GOLDEN RULES FOR GOLDEN YEARS. The author is Frank Crane.
 I will not act or dress in such a way as to make people think I am younger than I am.
 I will not pretend to be young nor get angry when someone calls me old.
 I will not lie about or be ashamed of my age.
 I will not continually remind people of my age so that I can hear them say, “You don’t look that old.”
 I will not live in the past.
 I will be particularly careful not to tell the same joke over and over.
 I will not complain about the present nor boast about the good old days.
 Although I am partially deaf, wear glasses, have dentures and am otherwise afflicted; I will not boast about my infirmities.
 I will not talk about myself, my work, my achievement or even my mistakes–no more than possible.
 I will smile and speak cheerfully.
 I will no indulge in gossip, cynicism, nor look down on the youth of another.
 I will always appreciate and encourage those who are younger.
 My goal is to grow old gracefully: this will be my final triumph.
 In a word, I will try to adjust to unforeseen changes with a positive attitude.
 I will not complain about being old.
I realize that most of you can’t relate to this yet: just me and old Gregg and a couple of more. I looked at it like a test and I failed. See, I have already broken one of the rules, I’ve told you about my failure. I use to laugh at the Senior Adult mens class at DBC: Luther, Bill, Hugh, and Milton. They began every class with a confessions of ailments; I even caught them showing scars one Sunday morning. Guess what, I am becoming more and more like them everyday. I even think I’m prone to tell the same jokes over and over.
I wrote this blog sometime last week, I had it ready and forgot all about the blog. I am in a January Bible Study at Sardis Springs and I was so excited about that I forgot to post the blog. We’ve had some much rain, we are don’t to one commode [1/4] that will flush. We are going to have to have sunshine or roto-rooter and he’s had on the pocket book.