Monday, March 30, 2015

On My Eighty-Second Birthday

O God, from my youth you have taught me,
and I still proclaim your wondrous deeds
So even to old age and gray hairs,
O God, do not forsake me,
until I proclaim your might to another generation,
your power to all those to come (Psalm 71:17,18).

I vaguely recall George Carlin's routine about aging and how we "make" it to 60 years and "hit" 70. I think he ran out of verbs at age 80, but today I can say that I have been "given" 82 years. I am here solely by the grace of God.

It is literally true that God has taught me from my youth. I was raised in a home where Jesus was honored and I cannot think of a day when I did not love him. I can say with John that I know and believe the love he has for me. "Blessed be the Lord who has shown me the wonders of his love."

I live today in a spirit of thanksgiving to God for the years he has given me. I don't know why God has granted these bonus years to me; most of my contemporaries have already shuffled off this mortal coil. But there must be a reason, for God has a reason for everything that he does.

One thing I know: I can continue to grow. There are parts of me that are still unconverted, vast areas to be conformed to the likeness of his Son. I want to continue to hear his word each day and ask for his help while he finishes the work he has begun.

I look to many of my aging friends for encouragement. Their strength in weakness, their endurance in illness and  pain, their love despite
sorrow and weariness, their faith and hope and confidence in the face of death—encourage me to become like them when I too am grown.

And I know God has other things for me to do. Certainly to love and to pray for these are the works of the aged. And much can be said for just "being" and resting in the love of God. Perhaps in these and other ways I can "proclaim God's might to the next generation; his power to all that are to come."

In the meantime, God has promised that he will never forsake me. He has been my shepherd now for 82 years, holding me with his strong hand, guiding me with his wise counsel, and one day he will receive me into glory (Cf., Psalm 72:23,24).

"Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow." Who could ask for anything more?

Growing old but not retiring,
For the battle still is on;
Going on without relenting
Till the final victory’s won.  —Anon.

David Roper


Unknown said...

Happy Birthday David! I'm so grateful for you and your ministry in my life (one of the "next generation" you have encouraged)! I'm now 62 but already rounding the corner and looking for anyone who is eager to encouraged by my grey head and aging heart! These days are rich and blessed beyond expectation. Thanks for being a living epistle.
Press on for the prize dear friend!
Much love to you and Carol,
Mark Dobrin & Nancy

bryngksai said...

I enjoy your writings very much. God bless you and happy belated birthday!

Diane Kulkarni said...

Dear Mr. Roper,
I so enjoy your writing, your books and your e-musings. This piece and "The Gift" are particularly wonderful as I face many more limitations this year than last and yet want to live the full life God has planned for me, for His glory not my ease. You have so beautifully expressed my heart.

Thank you for sharing your birthday gratitude. March 30th is also my birthday.

I send my best wishes,
Diane Kulkarni

PS Jim Catlin in Brigham City, UT is my pastor. He frequently sends me your messages.

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