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Assisted Living

I’m returning from a trip out to Seattle to help my 85 year old father move in to an assisted living facility.  My brother and sister and our significant others have spent the weekend sorting through our past.  Remembering special experiences attached to certain household items, and trying to decide what to keep and what to give away. It was a great time of sharing memories though it was rushed by the burden of needing to get everything moved over the weekend.  Only so much time allowed for reminiscing.

Prior to going, I shared with many others about the challenge of moving my father into assisted living.  They all shared their horror stories of parents who were extremely resistant even to the point of flat refusal.  We are fortunate, Dad is glad to be moving from independent living to assisted living.  He shared that at first it was hard to accept, but that when he considered that someone else cooks all your meals, cleans your living area, and organizes lots of social events and excursions, he couldn’t think of a down side.  This attitude certainly made the move a whole lot more enjoyable.

But as I reflected on the plane ride home, I asked the question, “With so many upsides to assisted living, why do so many of us resist it?”  God constantly promises us assistance in life.  Isaiah 41:10 says, “fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.”  Jesus promises a Helper in the Holy Spirit. (John 14-16)

So why are we so resistant?  We all know we need help.  God knows we need help.  So why do we resist?  Is it pride?  Is that it?  We know we can’t handle it, but we certainly don’t want to admit it and ask for help.  What will others say?  Probably, “Whew, he finally figured it out.”  We all need help.

So thank the Lord for the benefits of assisted living and accept His assistance.

God is our refuge and strength, a very present HELP in trouble.”  – Psalms 46:1

Tom Reynolds

Is Old Age Overrated?

Having arrived at the ripe old age of 53, I recently played in a golf tournament in which I was classified with the “Senior” group.  So I found myself playing from the up tees with men who were by and large older than me.  As we talked, almost to a man, our conversation would drift into aging.  They would all share their aches and pains and their physical losses.  I’d hear stories about bad backs, loss of eyesight or hearing or memory or mobility or energy or just plain loss!

The discussion would usually end up with some statement about, “Old age is overrated” or that “Growing old is not for the faint of heart.”

Though I have and am suffering through many of the same maladies, I have embraced aging with a different perspective.  It’s God’s gift to help us loosen our hold on this life, so that we will be eager to grasp the next.  Life is filled with loss.  And not just physical, but the loss of careers, spouses, friends, and abilities, but it should help us yearn for the next life.  One in which there is no more loss.

Jesus said, “Whoever finds his life will lose it, and whoever loses his life for my sake will find it.”  (Matthew 10:39)  To lose this life is to find the next.  Aging is not overrated, but under appreciated.  Embrace loss so that you may discover life!

Tom Reynolds

The Intruding World

For the first time in several years, a meeting in South Alabama gave me and my wife an opportunity to go to the gulf for a few days of relaxation at the beach.  We looked forward to this opportunity for months.

Unfortunately, due to the weather and scheduling, we had not had the opportunity to enjoy the white sandy beaches of Destin until Sunday morning.  Selwyn and I went down to the beach early before most anyone was there to spend time worshipping God.  We spread our towels on the sand near the surf.  And began praising God for what became an amazing hour.  We sang and prayed and read scripture and most significantly took in the awesomeness of our creator.

But as we continued to enjoy our exclusive beach communion with our Lord, we began noticing others invading our sanctuary.  I’m not talking about those who were sharing our quiet time with the Lord with walks on the beach or frolicking in the surf, but the employees of the elite hotels who were drilling holes in the sand and setting up miles of umbrellas and chairs to market to their guests.  It wasn’t but a few minutes until our exposure to the Lord’s grandeur in the sea was walled off by commercialism.  We could not even see the surf.

Our sacred sanctuary had been invaded by commercialism.

I think of all the times of sanctuary in our homes, offices, cars, and yards that we invite the invaders in through the TV and radio.  Let’s take some time to turn off the commercialism and let the Lord speak into our sanctuary.  Let us reclaim the Lord’s sanctuaries in our lives and enjoy His communion.

Tom Reynolds