Monday, March 22, 2004
Life is meant to be lived with purpose. At our fellowship, we are beginning the 40 days of purpose. Sometimes, to a lot of people, life can seem purposeless. It's not - in Christ. But to much of our world, it seems so.
In the movie, City Slickers, Billy Crystal plays a baby boomer who visit's his son's class room and tells about his work but gives an unexpected explanation of life as follows:
Value this time in your life, kids. 'Cause this is the time in your life when you still have your choices. It goes by so fast. When you're a teenager, you think you can do anything and you do. Your twenties are a blur. Thirties. You raise your family. You make a little money. And you think to yourself, "What happened to my twenties?" Forties. You grow a little pot belly. You grow another chin. The music starts to get too loud. One of your old girlfriends from high school becomes a grandmother. Fifties. You have a minor surgery. You call it a "procedure." But it's a surgery. Sixties. You'll have a major surgery. The music is still loud, but it doesn't matter, because you can't hear it anyway. Seventies. You and the wife retire to Fort Lauderdale. Start eating dinner at two o'clock in the afternoon. Get lunch around ten. Breakfast, the night before. Spend most of your time wandering around malls looking for the ultimate soft yogurt and muttering, "How come the kids don't call? How come the kids don't call?" The eighties. You'll have a major stroke. You end up babbling to some Jamaican nurse who your wife can't stand but you call "Mama." Any questions?
If we don't live for spiritual purposes, it could just be that way. I thank God for His Great Purposes.
In the movie, City Slickers, Billy Crystal plays a baby boomer who visit's his son's class room and tells about his work but gives an unexpected explanation of life as follows:
Value this time in your life, kids. 'Cause this is the time in your life when you still have your choices. It goes by so fast. When you're a teenager, you think you can do anything and you do. Your twenties are a blur. Thirties. You raise your family. You make a little money. And you think to yourself, "What happened to my twenties?" Forties. You grow a little pot belly. You grow another chin. The music starts to get too loud. One of your old girlfriends from high school becomes a grandmother. Fifties. You have a minor surgery. You call it a "procedure." But it's a surgery. Sixties. You'll have a major surgery. The music is still loud, but it doesn't matter, because you can't hear it anyway. Seventies. You and the wife retire to Fort Lauderdale. Start eating dinner at two o'clock in the afternoon. Get lunch around ten. Breakfast, the night before. Spend most of your time wandering around malls looking for the ultimate soft yogurt and muttering, "How come the kids don't call? How come the kids don't call?" The eighties. You'll have a major stroke. You end up babbling to some Jamaican nurse who your wife can't stand but you call "Mama." Any questions?
If we don't live for spiritual purposes, it could just be that way. I thank God for His Great Purposes.
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