Graceful Aging...

Today I witnessed a home-going celebration for a 95 year-old sister. Her life was spent investing in the lives of others. She was an educator, community activist, and trail-blazer. However, in our self-centered society, the thought of living for others has lost its cache. In fact, we would question a person's motives who constantly gave of themselves in meaningful ways. Scripture teaches that Jesus lived for the purpose of giving. His method of servant-leadership demonstrated an ability to bring the best out of those to whom he interacted. In essence, He led with love and service. He modeled every lesson that He taught, so that His message would not get lost in the translation of verbal and practical teaching.

As I mature, both numerically and spiritually, I find it necessary to give more of myself to others. I am learning that this is how we age gracefully. The minister said, "You can die one of two ways: 'rust-out' or 'wear-out!'" I choose to 'wear-out!' I must learn to give of myself, not until it hurts, but until it feels good again. I must stop focusing on convenience and start focusing on service. I really don't want my living to be for nothing...

My life counts and will continue to count! So, when my time on this side expires, and they roll me before a waiting congregation, they'll be able to say, "He sure looks good!"

Faith Test...

As I entered the hospital, my mind was racing uncontrollably. I couldn't show my mixed emotions, because I'm Daddy, right? I refused to make significant eye contact with either of my family members, especially my wife. I simply silently sang, "I Need You Now!" Nicolas was clueless about this place (hospital) or his reasons for being there. He just smiled, as usual. With each entrance of nurses, techs, anesthesiologists, ENTs, etc, my prayers were almost audible. Nicolas' weight: 20 lbs, heart rate: 100, temperature: fine. All that was left was the actual surgery.

The nurse came to escort him to the OR. Mom cried. I sighed. We all prayed. Thanks Welborne for stopping by just to pray.

It took no more than 30 minutes, so in the meantime, everyone continued to talk; a prized distraction. We discussed politics, blackness, finances, medicine, church folk, and even MaDea. Then the doctor returned! "Nicolas is resting fine. The procedure was a success. He will be returned in a few minutes"

What a faith test...I had to release my son to the hands of another. But, I was really placing him in the hands of the Master. I acknowledged my utter lack of control - FAITH! I interceded on Nicolas' behalf for a successful surgical procedure, and God answered my request. The doctors, nurses, and others simply were instruments...God was the master surgeon!

Well, Nicolas should hear perfectly fine now. No more ear infections or excessive fluid buildup.

My little man can hear me say, "Nicolas, Daddy loves you!"