Looking back over the years I remember the early days of salvation and discipleship. How it was then, what I did then, back when everything was new, and all was potential, and no shadows had yet crossed my path. Then I look at where I am now. What I have been through, what I have or have not experienced in 50 years. How things have changed for me.
The question today is, what now? What do I do now or what is next for the remaining years of my life? Potential is not a word that I think of any more. My hope is not to get sent out and to venture for the Lord again. I am still here, still involved, still serving the Lord to the best of my abilities. I still do my best to forget those things that are gone forever. I am always aware of the great cloud of witnesses looking down from Heaven.
I cannot go back and live like I used to and do what I used to do. I am not the man I used to be. There has to be something for men like me to do without falling into the Sun City trap of old folks acting like teenagers. I am too old to dig and I am ashamed to beg.
Why sit we here until we die? Is this all that is left for men like me?
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