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Person by person, my generation is passing away.

And there are so many of us. Each day, ten thousand members of my generation reach retirement age (Pew Research).  Funerals are constant among my peers.

It is an easy conversation starter when I approach someone my age and ask about plans for retirement. Most have no plans. They have not even checked their Social Security accounts. But they always say that waiting to draw Social Security will give them a larger payout. To which I reply, “It depends. It depends on how long you plan to live.” And that’s the part we have no assurance about.

The arc of human development begins at the total dependence of infancy, and rises through adolescence and self-sufficient middle adulthood. Late adulthood, then, marks the start of the downward slope of the arc.

I am, according to my friend Donn Garrett, “closer to the end than I am the beginning.”

I am, at times, betwixt and unsure. Should I prepare to live, or should I prepare to die?

Does that seem a dark sentiment? But it is the process I am in. Three of my closest and dearest friends have passed away and greeted Jesus ahead of me, one in each of the past three decades.

Mark was in every way an adventurer and a firebrand. His death made national news because he was struck by lightning while atop a Colorado peak in 1994. He was 34 years old, and left his wife and five children behind.

In 2005, Phil passed away while quietly reclining on his patio at the age of 54. Phil had a ready sense of humor. He loved to worship. He loved to tell stories. He loved to cook. Most of all, he loved friends.

Ben’s 2017 heart attack at the age of 60 was unexpected and sudden. By the time medical professionals reached him, he was gone. He was so very bright and full of joy. He was always encouraging. I could share everything with him. My life with Ben was measured through 40 years of weekly conversations.

Pastor and author Hal West in the Pickled Priest and the Perishing Parish: Boomer Pastors Bouncing Back, says that grief has a way of draining our reserves, yet it is a necessary process. A friend’s death might be remembered by a calendar entry, but “working through the grief is a grinding process. It takes time to heal from such a cruel wound inflicted by this broken world.”

Adjacent to this grief process is life. Even in this place of sorrow and sadness, I am part of God’s story. Jesus was said to be a man of sorrows, acquainted with grief. But just as Jesus moved forward I am exhorted by Paul to do the same. “I have not yet reached my goal. Christ Jesus took hold of me so that I could reach that goal. So, I keep pushing myself forward to reach it. Brothers and sisters, I don’t consider that I have taken hold of it yet. But here is the one thing I do. I forget what is behind me. I push hard toward what is ahead of me. I push myself forward toward the goal to win the prize. God has appointed me to win it. The heavenly prize is Christ Jesus himself (Phil 3:12-14).”  This exhortation echo’s the refrain that says, “Forward.”

Recently, I read John’s first epistle anew. He says, “I am writing to you, dear children, because your sins have been forgiven on account of his name. I am writing to you, fathers, because you know him who is from the beginning” (1 John 2:12-13, NIV).

For the first time, I identified myself as a “father” in this scripture. How odd that sounds. I had previously only seen myself as the one of the young men.

But these verses provide hope in a way I never comprehended before. God sees me where I am at, and I see God’s promises to me in my current season.  He promises, “Even to your old age I am he, even when you turn gray I will carry you. I have made, and I will bear; I will carry and will save” (Isa. 46:4, ESV).

Even though my season of life has changed, God has not changed. And even though grief so easily finds me, John exhorts me to draw into deeper fellowship with Jesus and the Father, such that my joy might be full (1 Jn 1:1-3).

Having Jesus makes the difference for me as I appreciate more than ever that he is the friend that is closer than a brother. He will never leave me, no matter what my life stage.

Posted in General, The Second Half

Making Aging Positive

The 2014 Atlantic Article returns interesting observations. “Many of my older-adult patients wanted to make a difference in the world but, finding no role for themselves, were treated as socially useless. Having created a new stage of life, the next step is to make it meaningful.”


“Many of my patients wanted to make a difference in the world  but, finding no role for themselves, were treated as socially useless.”

“According to some researchers, ageism is more pervasive in our society than negative stereotypes based on gender, race, or sexual orientation.”


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That Dementia Thing

The Causes of Dementia 

Interesting observations around what might reduce the dementia rate by as much as 30% in the population. The premise is that dementia as disease  damages the brain.  The brain’s resilience to the  disease or ability to fight the disease depends in some cases on the reserve capacity and exercise the brain has had.

Activities or conditions that shrink the brain reduce a person’s ability to fight dementia. Activities that expand the brain early in life and throughout life provide a reserve that your body can use to fight dementia. Continue reading “That Dementia Thing”

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Mission-from-GodHave you ever been on a mission for God? One tension with aging is between our dreams and our regrets. When I was young, I tended to see things in black and white. In many ways, my mind was closed for repairs. My understanding of Scripture was likewise rigid. Theological positions were mountains to conquer and debates to be won. I arrived at a place where I thought all my questions were answered. Years followed in which my interactions with the Word of God were incremental, returning minor corrections to my already settled theological positions.

Continue reading “Certainty”

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The 50-year anniversary of San Francisco’s “Summer of Love” is drawing near. Yeah, I know them hippies. Memories, Fragments, and Traces flood our minds as we think back to where my generation, our generation found its voice. We had passion but we were deaf to wisdom in those days.

Continue reading “1967”

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That Scaffolding Thing

Snip20160713_17There is an arc to human development.

We start life completely helpless and rely on others for everything.

As we journey through childhood, adolescence, and emerging adulthood the scaffolding in our lives is gradually removed. At that point in the arc we become the scaffolding for others.

As we enter the the last stage of our life the scaffolding must gradually return and enable us along the journey.

What are the felt needs and gaps that await us forward? Can we begin to envision ways to meet those challenges? Can we innovate?

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My generation is becoming invisible. Our culture has begun looking past us… whispering, “isn’t it time for you to retire?” Weary of our shadow GenX embraces the passing of the boomers only to find that now it is the generation behind them, the millennials,  that is new pig passing through the snake. Continue reading “Invisible”