Recently, several things have come together to suggest that I am not where I used to be. It began one morning on vacation. Our almost six year old granddaughter was playing with sidewalk chalk and decided that it would be great fun for her to draw my outline on the pavement. I thought it would be fun as well, until I remembered that while I might get down on my back on the pavement, I probably wouldn’t get up, at least not without serious complaining from my knees.
I also spent some time with a friend who is planning a major week long wilderness hike along a trail that I had done a few years ago. He gave me a serious invitation to join the group, an invitation that I very quickly turned down–it my knees can’t deal with getting up off of pavement, they are definitely not going to deal well with that hike.
Then, after getting back, I was catching up on some bits and pieces including looking at our denominational website. I clicked to the page telling about various pastoral changes and discovered that a lot of pastors were retiring this year. Some were part of my peer group and some were actually second career pastors whom I had taught during my various teaching stints.
But what probably tied these things together was the fact that I turned 65 during our vacation–one of the few birthdays I have been able to spend with at least some of our kids in a long time. Normally, I am not too concerned with age but culturally, 65 is a significant point. We get to retire, start drawing pensions and enjoy senior discounts.
But since I had decided a while ago that I was wasn’t ready to retire this year and so have deferred all my various pensions, I didn’t expect to pay much more attention to the birthday than any other. The senior discount is a nice perk, but I am discovering that there are enough restrictions that even that may not be all that great.
So, I am 65. In some ways, that doesn’t make any difference–I couldn’t have been a chalk model for my granddaughter last year or two years ago. While I could retire, I am committed to the churches I work for a while yet–we are involved in things that will take more time to process.
But at the same time, it does make a difference. I am discovering that I am not what I used to be and not what I see myself as. Mentally, I have tended to see myself as some indeterminate age between 40 and 55–an age where I have few physical limits, good career prospects and lots of options. But the reality of 65 is that I have serious physical limits, mostly associated with arthritis and other age-related issues. My career options are limited–most congregations aren’t looking for 65 year old pastors and other options want the potential for a longer commitment.
On the other hand, I am 65. I am doing what I am called to do to the best of my ability. I might not be able to do a week long wilderness hike or lie down on pavement but I can use the exercise bike and find other ways to play with my grandchildren. I might not have all the career options I once had but I am comfortable with the calling that God has given me right now and an content to let tomorrow take care of itself, or rather, to trust that God is at work taking care of tomorrow.
I am 65–do I feel 65? Sometimes, I do–and sometimes I don’t. In a week or two when the newness of 65 wears off, I am probably going to treat my age as I always have. It is there, it is a reality and I don’t need to let it have too much effect on me as I deal with the realities of my life. There are things a lot more significant to deal with than the number of years I have accumulated. But, if the senior discount is a good one, I will flash the 65 to get it.
May the peace of God be with you.