Sept. 21, 2014
Dear Friends, As we left for the class of 1969 high school reunion (Nancy with pals , above), I paused briefly in our back yard to toss a handful of the last raspberries of the season (above) into my mouth amidst the brown leaves and moldering walnuts littering the ground. It was a sweet and fleeting experience, much like the reunion. I have never felt so old in my life as I did looking out at the wrinkled faces of ‘69’ers while the list of the recently deceased was read aloud by a sobbing classmate. Yet the richness and sweetness of the life I have tasted was more poignant than the sense of loss; renewed friendships more lively than fading memories. Life is lived moment by precious moment in the presence of a loving God. The aging rock band played 2 selections from the late 1960’s (I’m a man, yes I am and I can’t help but love you so ), but I was remembering the words of an older song (Psalm 90):
Lord, you have been our dwelling place in all generations.
Before the mountains were brought forth,
or ever you had formed the earth and the world,
from everlasting to everlasting you are God.
You turn us back to dust, and say, “Turn back, you mortals.” For a thousand years in your sight are like yesterday when it is pastor like a watch in the night ....
I am grateful to Al Zimmerman, the Elders and the Worship Department for giving me a weekend away . Peace, John