A Letter from your Associate Priest

 

Dear Friends

 

When you think of all the things we haven’t been able to do this year, it makes you wonder how the months can still be flying by. At the beginning of lock down it felt like we had all slowed down, but it seems the calendar hasn’t, for here we are already over halfway through 2020. That’s something to do with getting older I suppose.

I have three ‘besties’, we’ve known each other since I joined them in the last year of Primary School. Two still live quite near to where we grew up in North Hampshire, one lives in London and I of course live in Dorset. We try to meet up a couple of times in the year travelling to different locations, which for some of us takes longer than others depending on where we go. We were due to meet up last Saturday, it wasn’t quite the same, but thanks to modern technology (Zoom) we did manage some time together. It is always a marvellous therapy session without the expense and more fun. There are obvious topics of conversation now that we are of a more mature age – nothing works the way it did, we’re seizing up, the grandchildren are growing too quickly, that milestone birthday is approaching far too rapidly, actually within the next year now I come to think on it! Yes, we have to admit it – we’re getting older.

 

But is that a fair word? We all accept it is no longer right to make comments on an individual’s race, religion, culture, gender etc. But we’re all very happy to be ageist. We do it to ourselves – can’t walk as fast, can’t touch my toes (well I can’t remember the last time I did that anyway!), can’t keep up with the grandchildren, what do I expect I’m getting older! Do we give up on ourselves and others far too quickly? What about all the experience we’ve gained over the years, the wisdom - does anyone want to know?

I found this story – In the salesroom there was a violin. It looked battered and neglected. One or two people picked it up and pulled the bow across it, but the sound wasn’t good. The auctioneer wondered why it was for sale. He thought it should have been scrapped, it looked such a sorry sight. Most people didn’t even notice it. It would be lucky to sell for a few pence. Just before the sale started an elderly gentleman came in. He went over to the violin, retuned it and started to play. The music was wonderful, the instrument became amazing. It had been transformed in the master’s hands. When the violin was put up for auction bidding was brisk. People suddenly realised the potential of this precious instrument.

If you google (other search engines are available) verses in the Bible about old age, quite a lot come up, but there are a couple that I particularly like:

 

Psalm 92:12-14 ‘The righteous will flourish like a palm tree, they will grow like a cedar of Lebanon; planted in the house of the LORD, they will flourish in the courts of our God. They will still bear fruit in old age, they will stay fresh and green,

 

Proverbs 16:31 ‘A gray head is a crown of glory; It is found in the way of righteousness.’

It doesn’t matter how old you are, God has a plan for you, you are precious in his sight and you will always have potential. So, lets embrace ‘elderhood’ and not give in to the ‘I’m too old’ excuse anymore.

 

With blessings

Sandra