Catching Up With My Elders
I’ve always had lots of older people in my life, senior citizens who lived well into their 90s and several who have passed the 100 mark. I’ve attended church with many wonderful elderly folks over the years. And I always felt at home in multi-generational gatherings of family and friends. I’ve never lacked relationships with “old people.”
Is it possible that some of those folks were actually about the age I am now? When a kid sees someone in their 60s or 70s, they think they have found the embodiment of the word “ancient.” But now that I’m 72, do the children in our neighborhood and church think of me as “ancient”? (Now that’s a distressing thought!)
So today, as I remember some very remarkable men from my college days, it occurs to me that they, too, might have been as ancient as 60 when I knew them! They were Frank Kline and M.B. Miller, professors at Seattle Pacific College.
Joy Influencers
Dr Kline was a big man with a big personality. Years later, when we were next door neighbors, he told me of a time when he was sick and skinny. Robust was better, he told me with a smile. He laughed easily and listened well.
As a missionary in India for many years he founded a Bible school that is going strong today. His wife Betty was a beloved Bible teacher in Seattle.
My fondest memories of Dr Kline, whether on campus or in the neighborhood, revolve around joy. He was an animated Bible professor, a gracious host, and a dear friend. This smitten grandpa loved to share missives and stories from his grandkids. And he always enjoyed a rousing table game after a delectable dinner.
I couldn’t be in Dr Kline’s presence without being drawn into his joy.
Dr Miller taught economics and introduced our campus chapel services. Joy bubbled out of him. He was an engaging speaker who held his audience in his hand. A keen sense of humor was his hallmark. He also had great insight into the human experience, and a deep faith. No wonder he left listeners longing for more. His joyful life gave me a picture of the kind of person I’d like to be when I, too, was old.
A Remarkable Approach to Aging
One day in chapel our guest speaker was E. Stanley Jones. A man already in his late 80s, he, like Dr Kline, was a former missionary to India. His life greatly impacted not only India but the world. If you want to read quotes from his many books you’ll find them on the E. Stanley Jones Facebook page.
What struck me the most during that chapel was his statement, “Life is fun and it is getting funnier all the time!” I thought it a remarkable way to approach aging.
Getting old has its downsides, we all know that. It’s easy enough to focus on the troubles in our lives and our world. But wouldn’t it be better to choose to follow the attitudes of these godly men?
As we grow older, let’s choose joy!
Joyfully,
Ginger
Thanks for the provoking thoughts on aging. It flashed me back to 1967 when I was fresh out of college at the ripe old age of 24 and teaching High school in Iowa when I had my first encounter with aging. We were having a class discussion about some new rules passed down from the administration. As a staff member I was, of course, part of the establishment. As I tried to explain the wisdom of the ruling, one of my students interrupted and said, “You middle agers just don’t understand.” She’s probably 70 years old now and I still picture her as a teenager. I guess it works both ways. As with my daughter; How could my little girl possibly be 42 years old?
Hi, Bob! Thanks for sharing your great story! I wonder if your student has ever thought about that interaction since it happened. Life can sure look different once we age a bit! She’s likely figured that out by now!
Joy to you,
Ginger
Thank you for this, Ginger. It made me smile and laugh! Someone called me middle aged recently and I thought, yes, if I lived to be over 130 😂. I remember a dear lady named Blanche from when I worked at a nursing home in my twenties. She was in her 90s. She would get up every day and dress to the nines (now that phrase dates me), and stand in the door of her room to greet passersby. She often quoted a poem that began with the line “age is a quality of the mind”. I should Google it. I was impressed with her spirit then and I’ve never forgotten her.
Hi, Linda, you lovely middle-aged friend!
Blanche sounds like quite a gal. What an impression she would have on anyone! I think you can find her poem by searching for “How Old Are You?
by H. S. Fritsch”.
May the Lord give us grace to trust him all our days so that we face life with joy.
Joy to you,
Ginger
Age is a very funny thing, Ginger! At 81 I sure don’t feel inside how I am sure I must look outside to younger ones. Of course, I didn’t realize that when I was younger. I just thought old people looked old and felt old.
I never heard E. Stanley Jones preach, but his name was almost sacred around Wilmore.
Thanks for sharing!
I’ve got the Joy with you. His name is Jesus! Deanne
You’re right, Deanne, age is a very funny thing. I’ve seen drawings of an old lady looking in a mirror and seeing her reflection as a beautiful young woman. I think that shows the incongruence that often happens as we age.
I am grateful to be able to see and hear your joy when we are together. It’s deep, it’s real, and it is definitely Jesus!
Keep spreading the joy,
Ginger