I thought, now when I was six I wanted to be ten years old. After seeing the film “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” in my twenties I thought, “Well, the leading actor is thirty and that looks neat. I looked forward to being thirty.
But, lately, among the folks in my age group, I don’t hear those kinds of wishes. Nobody much says, “I wish I was seventy, or I wish I was eighty, or I am seventy and a half.”
It is enough, I suppose, that I can go to the movies as a "Senior." But asking for a senior ticket and getting no questioning response from the person behind the window certainly says a lot to me.
I remember it being said, “You can tell when you are getting older when police officers look young.” Now I have reached a point where Bishops and Presidents look young.
But all that is OK with me. I don’t wish I was younger but I do, on occasion, look with a bit of envy at younger folks. That I think comes out of curiosity about the future. They will see a great deal that I will not.
But their lives like mine will be a journey. A journey with all the ups and downs that goes with being human, including joys, blessings, disappointments, fun, pain and love. Blessedly, my journey continues.
God’s love and as we pray, “…for this parish in which we are nurtured in our faith; for those we love and for those who love and support us, and for all the blessings of this life.” Amen.