This is just a very short entry where I share some reasonably horrifying information. Tomorrow, September 14, I am 65 years old. On May 5, 2013, I will have been a priest for 40 years. I simply do not know what to do with this information.
As I look back, I think about people who had turned 65. From the vantage point of youth, I looked at these people as, shall we say , old. If I was choosing my words less carefully, I might even mutter things like “old farts.” But I will not do that since it would not be nice, especially since I now join the ranks of old farts. Certainly this is not something that you find on a greeting card, but what the heck, it kind of fits, at least to me.
I listen to all the rhetoric that 70 is the new 40 and all that stuff. I also know that the person who came up with the phrase "the golden years" was probably not in them.
With the exception of a couple of blips over the past several years, I have been blessed with good health. Even more so, I have been blessed with magnificent friends who have stayed with me in the various ups and downs that I usually keep hidden from public view. I suspect that there are people who see me as a rather balanced and even person. Nah. I struggle. I try. Sometimes I am even successful at it.
Looking back at these 65 years, I just do not know what to make of them. I hope that I have done more good than not. I hope that I have made a difference. I so desperately hope that the world is a better place because I am passing through it. I am grateful to God for so many blessings.
This is kind of disjointed, but what do you expect from someone my age!
Pray for me as I do for you.