SUNDAY 10 May 2008 - Issue Number 37
JESUS LOVES ME!
via e-mail from Marcia & Bedford Cross
Jesus loves me, this I know,
Though my hair is white as snow.
Though my sight is growing dim,
Still He bids me trust in him.
Though my steps are oh, so slow,
With my hand in His I'll go.
On through life, let come what may,
He'll be there to lead the way.
Though I am no longer young,
I have much which He's begun.
Let me serve Christ with a smile,
Go with others the extra mile.
When the nights are dark and long,
In my heart He puts a song.
Telling me in words so clear,
"Have no fear, for I am near."
When my work on earth is done,
And life's victories have been won.
He will take me home above,
Then I'll understand His love.
I love Jesus, does He know?
Have I ever told Him so?
Jesus loves to hear me say,
That I love him every day.
Yes, Jesus loves me,
Yes, Jesus loves me,
Yes, Jesus loves me;
The Bible tells me so.
This version of the popular children's song is so very fitting for all of us older children.
(Proverbs 16: 31) “The hoary head is a crown of glory, if it be found in the way of righteousness.”
(Psalms 37: 25) “I have been young, and now am old; yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging bread.”
(Isaiah 46:4) "Even to your old age I am he; and even to hoar hairs will I carry you. I have made, and I will bear; even I will carry, and will deliver you."
"Even down to old age, all his people do prove, His sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love; And when hoary hairs do their temples adorn, Like lambs they now still in his bosom are borne."
(George Keith-How Firm A Foundation)
“Ask yon aged friend, ask any aged Christian, whether he finds God has, in the least forsaken him, and you will see him shake his head, and hear him say, "O young man, if I had another seventy years to live, I would trust him still, for I have not found him fail all the way that the Lord God hath led me. Not one promise hath failed, but all hath come to pass;" and I think I see him lifting up his hand in the midst of the assembly, and saying, "I have nothing to regret but my sin. If I had to live over again, I should only want to put myself into the hands of the same Providence, to be led and directed by the self-same grace." Beloved, we need not prove to you farther, for living witnesses do testify, that God carries out his promise, "I have made and will bear; even I will carry and deliver you."
And in speaking about older ones, Spurgeon said:
“They cannot remember what was done yesterday, although it is a singular fact that they can remember what was done fifty, sixty, or seventy years ago. They forget much which they would wish to remember; but still they find that their God is just the same; they find that his goodness does not depend on their memory; that the sweetness of his grace does not depend upon their palate. When they can remember but little of the sermon, they still feel that it leaves as good an impression on their heart as when they were strong in their memories; and thus they have another proof that God, even when their mind faileth a little, carries them down to their hoar hairs, their old age, and that to them he is ever the same.”
I shall next year, Lord willing, turn sixty years of age. My childhood seems as it were just yesterday, but I can easily tell that it wasn’t. When I turn sixty on February 6, 2009 it will have taken sixty years to get there. That is both a short span and a long time. I have realized for quite some time now I will not get everything done here in this world that I’d like to. I will “be gone” before all of my desired tasks are “done.”
When I was a little boy, I wasn’t like other little boys. I mainly wanted to be around the older people. I wanted to hear them tell of times “long ago.” Now, I have at this stage in life accumulated quite a lot of stories and experiences that I can share. But they all may mostly just be the ramblings of an older man. Youth looks at the older ones and sometimes they have a hard time understanding how we older ones even think. There is a generation gap! But I do know one thing, even though I am an older man, there are still a lot of older than me, and I very much want to hear their words of wisdom, and their testimony of how a Great God has led them and preserved them through the years.
One time when I was about six years of age, I looked at my daddy one day and thought, “you are an old man.” He was in his thirties! And now when I look into the mirror, I see a man even older than my daddy staring back at me. But I am happy to be an older man. I am contented with the greatness of my God, and I am looking forward to being carried to that land, “where we’ll never grow old.”
Eddy A. Flick
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