Christmas Joy
Either I am slowing down or else more opportunities than
usual seem to be crossing my path.
Likely it is a combination of the two.
I have been delayed in getting a blog out and also decided against pushing
to get a Christmas letter in the mail this year. There were just not hours enough in the day so
I decided that it was more important to spend face to face time with people.
Last week I made a trip to the Virginia Mountains to attend
the memorial service and burial of my dear friend Stuart who so valiantly
fought Multiple Myeloma and more recently added the challenges of Creutzfeldt-Jakob
disease during the past months while here in Florida. It was a delight for me to visit the church situated
on the top of a knoll in the mountains where Stuart was a founding member, and
have an opportunity to visit with a number of his relatives that live in the
area. It was a sunny but brisk day when I arrived for the service, but as I
drove down the mountain at dusk, snow flurries were falling past the beam of my
headlights. I was glad to leave that
weather behind!
The following day I attended a second service for Stuart in
Charlotte, spending the weekend there to visit a number of long-time friends,
some who are facing some difficult physical challenges. I was also able to visit several other
friends in route which was a blessing catching up with each other and being
reminded that God is in ultimate control of our lives and the situations around
us.
It has been a busy time here in the village and at church with
many activities over the holidays. My
family was scattered for Christmas, but will be getting together in Michigan
for New Years. I have decided that it is
best for me to avoid the potential cold considering the danger of developing
some respiratory problems from the anticipated weather. Those physical weaknesses seem to become
magnified as the years pass. Hopefully
as we gain in age we will also gain wisdom about the care of our bodies and lives. That reminds me of some thoughts from Moses that
continually challenge me:
“Our days may come to
seventy years, or eighty, if our strength endures, yet the best of them are but
trouble and sorrow, for they quickly pass, and we fly away…Teach us to number
our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom…Satisfy us in the morning with
your unfailing love, that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days.” (Psalm
90:10-14)
Love to all,
Chuck