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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The Way of Prudence

  Attached to this e-mail is a file containing a special piece of blogger content: A short sketch/play. It’s part of a series I started, trying to add some thoughts to the O Antiphons—the short daily prayers that come from Medieval times. (Summarized in hymn form, they constitute the content for “O Come, O Come, Emmanuel.) This short play, “The Way of Prudence,” takes a sideways look at theMORE...

Experience gifts

  According to astute observers of gift-giving trends, those who classify as “Millennials”—I count myself as a Senior Millennial—now prefer gifts that include an “experience.” In this mindset, gift-givers and -receivers are shying away from the accumulation of things that they don’t need. Instead, they value opportunities to engage in unique events or encounters that fit their interests orMORE...

BONUS FEATURE: Elderly exegetics

Today’s entry continues a series of short musings about lectionary texts that may soon appear in your line-of-sight. These entries may prove helpful in interpreting the appointed lessons with sensitivity to the realities faced by those who are older. December Background It seems appropriate to look at biblical texts from the viewpoint of older adults, who were among the original writers, hearersMORE...

Doing thanks

  It’s good to be thankful—the so-called attitude of gratitude. I’m not sure that’s all there is to thankfulness, though. As I write this, Thanksgiving Day is upon the land, so it seems appropriate to reflect on this aspect of faithful living. Thankful thoughts can fill my spirits with other positive feelings—they come with the attitudinal territory. Two possible problems, though: FirstMORE...

Yawning for health

These days I yawn a lot more than I used to. Not because retirement bores me, but because I’m at that point in my physical maturity—that sounds better than “decrepit duffer”—when I get up way too many times a night to visit the bathroom. My yawning comes from what some sleep scientists call “sleep deprivation,” in my case a long night’s sleep broken up into four or five segments. My sleep hygieneMORE...

May it be so

Recently I had the opportunity to worship in an African Methodist Episcopal Church (AMEC) congregation. Part of the worship style of this church includes frequent voicing of AMEN, something I thought I understood until that day’s experience. Follow my thoughts into what may also be new for you—about AMEN as a feature of the worship of God. The literal meaning of AMEN hearkens back to the Hebrew:MORE...

Not in polite company

As she grew older, I may have failed *Mabel. Although I tried to keep in touch, visiting and calling her with some regularity, I still let her down in one aspect of older adulthood: I wasn’t honest with her about difficult matters. Instead, I chose always to be positive and helpful, building up what eventually turned into only a façade of normalcy. To be direct: Mabel and I didn’t talk candidlyMORE...

Powering through

I do not consider myself a macho man—the kind of guy whose physical and mental characteristics are rugged, independent, strong and manly in every way. That’s important to know as I lay out the rest of this story…. I am in the middle of treatment for another illness, and trying to figure out whether powering through the ailment and its treatments is a good idea. I know about power in its manyMORE...

My new bristle bath brush

Today I invite you to join me in exultation about my new body-hygiene tool, an *ECOTOOLS Bristle Bath Brush! My first reason for delight: The old brush was starting to injure me—it kept coming apart in pieces large enough to dent my toes. Like autumn leaves, its bristles kept falling out of the handle, making it hard for my rubber ducky to swim. And it may have been secretly harboring dangerousMORE...

“Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen”

First it was Ken who entered hospice. Then Kent. And just yesterday, the news came that Bill has been placed under the care of a local hospice program. In each case, this later stage in personal and medical care has followed years of the quiet agonies that come when dealing with disease. What has struck me in each of these cases is how family members have worked out of sight of most of ourMORE...

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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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