Today, (July 21) is my birthday. As birthdays go, mine seem to go pretty fast. It used to be that my birthday came every year. Now, every time I turn around itís my birthday. Iím tempted to stop turning around.
This week Iíve given some thought to the aging process and the very idea of getting older. One conclusion Iíve come to, after giving it much thought, I plan to get as old as I possibly can.
Iím ready to die, of course, but Iím planning to live as long as I can. Even now, I am practicing diminished mental capacity, so when I go completely senile nobody will recognize the difference. The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage believes, and has said as much, that I have achieved my goal already.
Iím not sure if Iím happy with her evaluation or if she is just being sarcastic. Iím in no position to ask, plus I really donít want to know the answer.
On contemplating the aging process, I also concluded that age is a funny thing. The older you get the funnier you look. I believe this is a joke God plays, especially on men.
Women, overall, donít seem to suffer the ravages of the aging process as men do. Or, they seem to be able to hide it much better than men. Every morning God reminds men of how funny looking they are becoming by making them shave, hence forcing a glance in the mirror and confirming the funny look.
This brings up the subject of wrinkles. Why did God give us wrinkles?
Every baby is born with an abundance of wrinkles. On babies they look so cute and adorable.
Then the baby begins growing out of those wrinkles. For a few years it looks pretty good, with no trace of wrinkles, at least nowhere showing. At that point a person forgets about wrinkles, which is Godís way of creating a false sense of security and then sneaking up on a person.
One day he looks in the mirror while shaving and discoverers wrinkles. Believe me, there is nothing cute and adorable about wrinkles on an old man.
Trying to shave a face creased with wrinkles is like riding a bicycle across the plowed field. It can be done, but somewhere, hiding in the field, is a rock that will throw you off your bicycle. One look at my face and you can see my razor has hit many rocks.
Every personís history can be compressed into this phrase, ďfrom wrinkles to wrinkles.Ē This reminds me, Iím getting low on my anti-wrinkle cream.
In spite of all of this, it is important to celebrate your birthday if only to remind you that it is more than just one more candle on the cake. Iím at the place in life that it takes three birthday cakes to handle all the candles and the presence of at least one fire truck.
The important question at this stage is how do you celebrate your birthday when youíve done everything? Then a wonderful thought pierced my grey matter. This does not happen often and when I recovered, I began putting my plan into action.
This year I plan to celebrate my 90th birthday. I admit I am far from being 90 years old. And thatís just the point. It is a wonderful occasion to celebrate a 90th birthday.
Iíve been to many such celebrations and enjoyed myself tremendously. For one, it takes five birthday cakes to handle the candles. All that birthday cake, and as everyone knows, it is bad luck not to finish the entire birthday cake at the party.
There are several other important considerations involved in celebrating my 90th birthday this year. The first consideration is the way Iím going right now, thereís a good chance I may not reach that milestone in my life.
I had an uncle who died when he was 89 years and 11 months old. We celebrated his 90th birthday, but it did not do him any good. I want to be present at my 90th birthday celebration.
Then there is a good chance if I live that long I might not be in any shape to celebrate my birthday, or even to know it is my birthday. What fun is that?
Since I have no guarantee about reaching 90 years, or what state of mind I will be at the time, I have decided to celebrate it this year. At least Iím planning to have five birthday cakes, one of each flavor under the sun.
In actuality, there are no guarantees of life in this life. Nobody knows for certain when, where or how they will meet their demise. It is not how long a person lives, but how that person lives, that really makes a difference.
The Apostle Paul understood this better than any other person. Toward the end of his life he wrote this: ďI have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith: Henceforth there is laid up for me a crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous judge, shall give me at that day: and not to me only, but unto all them also that love his appearing.Ē (2 Timothy 4:7 ó 8 KJV.)
A birthday is not just another candle on the cake, but a reminder of the fleeting nature of life. Life should be a daily celebration.
Mini Pearl said she had so many candles upon her Birthday Cake, that it resembled a small prairie fire in the pictures they did take and 3 fire fighters were over come by heat exhaustion. Why would you want to celebrate your 90th birthday now, can't you wait 3 years?
Just kidding I know it's 4.