Seasonal Age

Spring babies, summer youths, fall adults, winter oldies. As we age do we become more like the seasons we are compared to? I thought when I retired I would love to sit carefree on a beach, a dream I've had since sunbathing on a white sandy beach in Caesarea in my early twenties. Nothing could be closer to heaven than that moment. Now as old age peeks at me around the corner, I find that a cozy chair next to a warm fire while the snow falls outside seems more appealing. When did that change?

Kindness and Good Friday

Good Friday is a time to think about kindness. Kindness is when a soldier put a moistened sponge on a stalk to wet the lips of a dying man. Kindness is sitting in the dirt as you wait for someone to die because you know your presence is important to them. Kindness is giving up your burial tomb for a stranger and his family because they have no place to bury their loved one.

These acts of kindness are the giving of ourselves when we don't have to. The world would be a better place if we practiced acts of kindness especially when we are too busy, when we are too tired, when we are too old and know our body will hurt in the morning. We do it not for reward, or because we have to, or because its a friend. We do it because there is no reward, because we don't have to, and because its not a close friend.