In August I made a bad decision. I scheduled my bi-annual sight and hearing tests one day after the other. The result was my first pair of prescription reading glasses and hearing aids! I didn’t need any further reminders of the ageing process, but I got two in one fell swoop.
The words of Psalm 90 came to mind:
9 For all our days pass away under your wrath;
our years come to an end like a sigh.
10 The days of our life are seventy years,
or perhaps eighty, if we are strong;
even then their span is only toil and trouble;
they are soon gone, and we fly away.
I am grateful that I am as healthy as I am as I move toward my ‘three score years and ten’ as the King James Version puts it. I am also thankful for the care that the NHS continues to provide being very aware that most of the world has very limited access to healthcare.
Yes, Psalm 90 does remind us that our days on earth are limited:
like grass that is renewed in the morning;
6 in the morning it flourishes and is renewed;
in the evening it fades and withers.
But that is not how the Psalm begins. It starts with this affirmation of God’s constant presence with us:
1 Lord, you have been our dwelling-place
in all generations.
2 Before the mountains were brought forth,
or ever you had formed the earth and the world,
from everlasting to everlasting you are God.
As the days of this pandemic drag on and on, let us hold on to this important word. Through the ups and downs of life and even in death our God is everlasting.