Blog 2945 – 11.22.2023

A Wrinkle In Time – Chapter 8

I am the birthday boy today. I recall as a a young man in my mid-twenties talking with my pastor’s wife Rachel Collin’s and being astounded at her saying that although she knew she looked every bit of her then seventy-three years that she still felt like a girl of nineteen on the inside. I fought hard not to let her known how preposterous that sounded from my limited perspective. Today I know exactly how she felt.

I suppose we, all of us seniors, carry a picture of ourselves that we felt was the prime time of our lives in our mind at all times. I always feel a familiar tickle when I see an obituary or a celebrity profile that features a much younger version of that person. We all have an image of ourselves at our best that we hope to project.

I was talking to my other mother, my wife’s Mom, Betty Lou Stokes just the other day. She is a very young eighty-six. We were talking about the old gospel song This Old House and how these bodies are not meant to last and the longer that we live in them the more we realize that some day we will have to move out.

I used to believe like Betty still does that we get but one life and then heaven or that other place for all eternity depending upon our relationship to Jesus. For sometime I have had a somewhat different take on one life, judgement, and Jesus. I believe that we get to have as many lives as we choose, and that the only judgement that matters is our own. Jesus to me is a story about a man who called himself the Son of Man and said plainly that he was our friend and fellow traveler. If the story is true and it is evident that the writers did some embellishing, Jesus adventure in time and space was brief, about thirty-three years. I know how brief that really is as my daughter Emily made it to just five days passed her thirty-second birthday.

By my account she could already be eleven years into another adventure. I hope she is having the time of her life. I am and I hope you are too. Best wishes from the birthday boy.

Above is the best birthday present a birthday boy could ever receive, my granddaughter Emma Grace. She really is quite grand and makes me feel grand too.

Your friend and fellow traveler,

David White

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A Wrinkle In Time – Chapter 8