When I was a youngster, I was like most kids, at least boys. I loved the section about dinosaurs. I’m not interested in discussing when they were here; how old the earth is; how long they were here, etc. I’ll leave that up to the folks who have letters after their names.
No, I like dinosaurs. Not Dino or the Flintstones. Real dinosaurs. Like the T-Rex (my personal favorite). The Stegosaurus. The Brontosaurus. The Pterodactyl. Seems like an interesting time to live. Yikes!
What I don’t like is feeling like a dinosaur! 🙂 I’ve tried to stay healthy. Current. Laughing my way through my age. But this past Sunday I felt like a dinosaur. During my introduction to my sermon I talked about how things come around. Shag haircuts are coming back. Parachute pants. Leotards (old-fashioned leggings) & leg warmers. Big hair. The older folks got it. The young ones stared.
Age is a curious thing. Say what you will; joke all you want; animate old age to make people laugh, but there is one thing that comes with age (or should) that I would not take back or give away: wisdom. Hear Psalm 90:12- “Teach us the brevity of life, so that we may grow in wisdom.” (NLT). I like that verse. I like the way the NLT puts it. Seems senseless to get older and not wiser. I want to be a wise dinosaur.
“Father, help me to pursue wisdom. As I age, may wisdom be another one of those gray hairs that keeps getting more prominent.”
