Every now and again I see cloud formations that resemble stair steps leading towards Heaven. Several years ago that would have been the last thing that I would have wanted to see. Maybe if they had looked more like steps leading up to an Apollo rocket, I would have been more inclined to rush right up and take my seat as I eagerly awaited for the thrust of those Saturn five rocket engines to propel me towards some distant planet. But now days as I am approaching the age of fifty-eight, I’m beginning to think that the idea of going to Heaven will be a wonderful and never ending experience! I don’t think, I know so!Unlike many people these days, I don’t believe that sixty is the new fifty and fifty is the new forty and so forth. I believe that you are exactly the age you are and nothing can or will ever change that. Of course, with the advancement of new medicines and other types of procedures to prolong and give us a better quality of life for much longer than our ancestors, that can at times be a tempting offer. But despite all of the new ways to keep us here on this planet that we call Earth, when its our time to go, there is nothing anyone or anything can do to prevent that from happening. As we lay nestled all snug in our Mother’s womb, God already knows when we will take our last breath and when our heart will beat no more. Vanishing creams, plastic surgeries, heart transplants and by-pass surgeries will never prevent or alter God’s plan for our life here in Boone County, Indiana.
Let me give you a for instance, would you try and put off a wonderful vacation or the birth of your first child or grandchild? Well then, why would we even begin to consider postponing our trip to spend eternity with Jesus our Lord and the reunion with loved-ones that have gone on before us? It just doesn’t make any sense to me! Why would I ever want to leave this imperfect body that has been experiencing aches, pains, diseases and disabilities for so long, only to be given a body that will no longer need glasses, wheelchairs, mind altering drugs, heartaches and depression. It just doesn’t make any sense to me, yeah right, whatever!If all we do is worry about getting older and spending an untold amount of money just to make ourselves look younger and also give others the impression that we are not aging, now isn’t that a big waste of our time and finances? How dare us even begin to think that we might be losing our hair or that it might be turning gray. I can speak from experience when it comes to baldness and the graying of hair! Neither of those things has given me the least bit of worry. My son on the other hand, gets upset with the receding of his hairline. I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’ve got better things to occupy my time with, like enjoying the time I have left and watching my children as they approach their thirties. Better yet, I love being Grandpa Snoke (Poppy).I no longer have to wonder if our kids will be home on time, or if they will do well in school. Never again will I need to tell them to drink all of their milk and eat their vegetables. I don’t even have to worry if they have cleaned up their rooms and have finished all of their chores. As I approach sixty, I get to set back and enjoy my children having the same worries that their mother and I had for so many years.