|The fallen tree when I gave up trying to hoist it up alone.|
There is a 97 year old man in hospital who was my childhood minister. His health has improved, for a time there I thought this was his time. He has been a regular at our Christmas dinners, taking pride in the fact that he was the oldest volunteer. I called into the hospital to see him on my way home. "How are you?" I said. He looked at me glumly. "I'm puzzled" he replied. "What about?" "How am I going to get to St Andrew Street Church tomorrow?" he said. I told him that maybe he could give it a miss this year, and I promised to bring a bit of Christmas cake in and tell him how it went after the meal.
Speaking of aging I received this link in an email early today and the song rang bells. I have been singing the chorus all day, "Senior moments and brain farts." I share it just for fun.
However old you are, where ever in the world you are, have a great Christmas Day. I hope you experience life-affirming love. Thanks for reading my waffle from time to time.