What happens at the Twilight of Life? In the last two weeks I have visited two rest-homes and
have come away terrified. The old seem despised a nuisance a curiosity. In one home a 106
year old lady was wheeled out as if she were a museum piece to be ogled. In another a 96 year old shriveled in her bed was whispered about as if a specimen of pity.
These two cases were extreme to be sure but the old are different. Many avoid them. Many look
at them as if they were a strange breed an oddity or had contracted a terrible disease. Others
pity them beyond measure which in the end brings undue embarrassment and uneasiness.
All of this commotion about aged bodies. All of this attention because of years of wear and tear.
All forgetting that everyone of us is headed to the same destiny if we should live so long.
Is the "Rest Home" something to be looked forward to or dreaded? Should I prepare for it or is it
inevitable no matter what I do?
Rest and home are two lovely adjectives depending on their context. The deception comes
when they are placed together. A "rest-home" is a place where old people go. It is a type of
dump. It smells horrible and has a funeral-home-in-waiting atmosphere about it.
Just the other day I stood before a photo on a rest home wall. The picture had about fifty people
in it. Everyone looked happy and relatively healthy. All were ancient. The photo itself was six
years old. My aged guide pointed his bony finger at the picture and said, "Do you know which
ones are still with us?"
He edged closer and squinted through his trifocals. His index finger caressed several faces in
the photo as it made a complete circle until it rested on a lone individual. "This is the only one."
were the words that escaped slowly from his wrinkled lips.
Forty-nine of fifty had slipped into eternity in just five years. Rest-home? The “rest” were gone!
This place was where people had come to die.
One of our teen girls was terrified when while standing in the middle of a room she was
approached by an octogenarian zombie. The woman got so close that I though that she was
going to knock our teen over. She stared and walked ever closer as the teenager’s eyes got as
big as saucers!
I intervened by saying, “This is Susie what is your name?” Unhindered the woman kept coming.
She was finally grabbed by a worker and whisked to another room out of harms way.
Is that my future? Is it yours? Maybe. So what about it? The challenge is to make the most
of each of our days. We must realize that they are precious whether in a rest home or our
own home. When we commit our days and years to our Creator and Savior we can rejoice in
whatever season of life we find ourselves. The twilight of life brings hope for a coming new day
in Him for those who rest in His loving arms!
Well I went and done it! That's bad grammar I know. But I done it anyway. We've been having a Bible study with Esmano and Genesie and their two kids Jennifer and Jadson, for about seven weeks now. This week Jennifer threw out a challenge. "Let's memorize a verse!" I thought that was a great idea. I told them that if they did memorize the verse that I would give them each an American coin. Esmano, their dad usually sits in on the study but he hasn't really been a part of it. When I mentioned the coin idea his eyes lit up a little. I then reached into my wallet and said, "If YOU memorize that verse I'll give you $20 bucks! His eyes really lit up then! Was it a good idea? I doubt it. No one has ever offered me money for memorizing verses. However, this will be the first verse that this man has ever memorized. If he does it. It is not a conventional way of doing memory work and it could cost me a bill for nothing. But if God uses this simple chall...
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