When Wheaton's editor asked me to write a short article, I guess I was feeling grumpy that day and tried to
decline. But she is a good sales lady; and as she opened the possibilities ("You can write on anything you want
to"), I began to think about the fact that not many people are old enough to write with authority on Old Age.
This fact was further driven home when my wife of 64 years, Margaret, had only seven of her classmates plus
spouses show up for their 65th class reunion at Alumni Weekend in May. So being one of the "last roses of summer,"
I surely should be able to share a few helpful thoughts.
One of those thoughts is that when I am laid to rest in the next two or three years (or will it be weeks?), not many people will
give it more than a passing thought other than to say, "Sorry to hear it." This is a reminder to me that we do not live for
praise but to help others, so whatever needs doing must be done now.
My life’s work of translating and paraphrasing the Bible has been helpful to many through the years, and I pray that even now in
whatever remaining time there is, others will be helped.
What, then, remains for me to do? That is what God must tell me. My remaining time, brief as it may or may not be, is as always
in God’s hands. I will be His servant to the end, and then suddenly be transformed from a servant into a son! Then I can serve
Him even better, and please Him even more. Meanwhile I want to love Him more, and feel the warmth of His love for me as well as
know that His love surrounds me. I want to see my stumbling prayer life grow strong. (I’ve begun—again—a prayer notebook to
remind me of things God has told me to pray about, and I check them off with thanks when the answers come.) I want to fill my
life with prayer and daily readings of the Scriptures—from Genesis to Revelation—just as I have so often preached to others
So here I am, just past my 87th birthday, anxious beyond all things to enjoy Christ’s love for me, to express my love to Him, and
His love to others.
I hope this is your desire, too. Glory to God. See you "up there."
This article appeared in the Autumn 2004 issue of the Wheaton Alumni magazine.