Monday, January 7, 2013
"When Enoch was 65 years old, he became the father of Methuselah. After the birth of Methuselah, Enoch lived in close fellowship with God for another 300 years...Then one day he disappeared, because God took him."
Genesis 5: 21-24
We walked quickly from the choir loft, eager to settle into our customary seats (Does anyone do that - sit in the exact same seat every week?). I am always in a hurry- not wanting to miss any part of the sermon.
I slid into my seat, picked up my tattered NLT and listened as he began to read through Hebrews 11 - the great faith chapter. The list of the giants of faith is familiar to me.....but there is always something new the Holy Spirit wants to whisper into listening ears.
Our Pastor pointed out that all of these "giants" were ordinary people. Consider Enoch - he didn't' t begin to walk closely with the Lord until he was 65. It was after the birth of Methuselah. It was as though someone had turned up the volume. I could hardly think about anything else. This man who walked so closely with God he didn't see death didn't begin that walk until he was a senior citizen.
The words came like a gentle arm around my shoulders. I have been feeling the weight of my years. Not in the usual way of bemoaning wrinkles and lines. I have come to terms with them (although I confess I sometimes wonder who the elderly lady in the mirror is.).
No, it isn't the physical. It is the wondering what I have done with this one life I have been given. Have I laid up treasure that cannot become ashes at my feet.? Have I been all He created me to be? And if I haven't, is it too late?
Enoch' s story says, "No; never too late in God' s kingdom. He specializes in New beginnings."
And so I carefully, prayerfully consider the days recorded for me - longing to live them well. Not knowing exactly where that will lead. Knowing I am His.