Full of Years

If you value people who are older—and also your own aging—these entries will help you rejoice in the fullness of this stage of life: its gritty realities, secret joys, hidden spirituality and cherished moments—reasons to be grateful that old age is always a gift from God!

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A return to letter-writing?

It may seem counter-intuitive, but there seems to be a resurgence in letter-writing as a form of communications—as in “hand-written, stamped-and-mailed” letters! In the current online edition of *YES! Magazine freelance writer Susan Abram details how pen pal clubs are sprouting up across the country, also observing that millennials are purchasing greeting cards in increasing numbers. There’s evenMORE...

Obit-diving

At the edge of foodie-culture is the practice of “dumpster-diving.” What practitioners sensibly advocate is an enlightened approach to finding food that has been needlessly discarded, some of it into dumpsters. What’s fully rational about this idea: There is hope and nourishment in what’s at first-glance NOT a place to find useful sustenance. I think there’s a partial connection here to theMORE...

New friends

The research is consistent: Having friends adds to our well-being. On any number of health indexes, we’re better off if we have friends. Sociability benefits our minds, bodies and spirits. Older adults are less lonely than other age groups—especially teens and young adults—but we have to face another reality: The number of our friends shrinks steadily as we age. We who are older need to make newMORE...

Climate Conversation 6: Emotional responses

Today’s entry is part of an occasional set of observations about changes in the world’s climate that will affect all of us, old and young alike. The series bends toward a key question: As God’s people, how should we respond? Today’s entry: Dealing with our emotions. All decisions start with emotions. That’s one way to characterize how neurobiologists think about changing our behaviors. (RationalMORE...

A student will appear

  “When you are ready to learn, your teacher will appear.” So goes a *maxim that helps us realize how, at just the right time, wisdom is readily available to us. During my lifetime, I’ve experienced the truth—and usefulness—of this saying. It’s helped me be aware of one of the ways God can bless me with the insights of others. I’ve wondered whether this aphorism also works the other wayMORE...

Old hands

As long ago as my high school years, I’ve been told that I had strong hands. Because I played the piano and organ back then, I always thought of this as a compliment. My own appraisal: They were old hands—long, skinny, bony, wrinkled and ridged with bulging blood vessels, tendons and musculature. Oddly enough, some folks thought of my hands as one of my strange charms. (When you’re balding, youMORE...

What, me worry? (Part 2)

Not me. Not as much. I’ve composed this two-part blog in the hopes that my experiences might help you deal with the worrier inside of yourself. In the previous entry I admitted that I worry too much about too many things too much of the time. Today: the non-anxious side of my spirit. After too many months of unhealthy worrying, I’ve come to the realization that I am also capable of settingMORE...

What, me worry? (Part 1)

Yes, me. Worry. I’ll admit it: I worry too much about too many things too much of the time. I’ve composed this two-part blog in the hopes that my experiences might help you deal with the worrier inside of yourself. For most of my life, anxiety has remained one of my most persistent character traits. In recent years, worry in all its manifestations has seemed to increase. Two major worry-seedsMORE...

Old stuff

  In our basement there’s a closet that holds the really old stuff of our lives. Some of it’s necessary—income tax forms for the past ten years—but much of it is just old: My collection of organ and piano music—a relic of the time in my life when that was my passionate capability. Photos from my parents’ early days. Home decorations from Chris and my first apartments. Our college-eraMORE...

Old friends

  Recently, the wistful tune and lyrics of Paul Simon’s “Old Friends” replayed themselves in my head, and brought me to where they always take me: Considering the old friends with whom I’ve shared a “park bench, like bookends…..” Wistful nostalgia seasoned with deep gratitude and dusted with joy. As happens every time I recall this tune, I found myself in a long-lasting reverie about all theMORE...

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Bob Sitze

BOB SITZE has filled the many years of his lifework in diverse settings around the United States. His calling has included careers as a teacher/principal, church musician, writer/author, denominational executive staff member and meat worker. Bob lives in Wheaton, IL.

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