Yesterday was my 47th birthday. I found out that sports radio KJR announcer Mitch Levy has the same birthday—he was moaning on the air about turning 40 and what a serious problem he was having with that. Mitch, it’s worse than you think: the birthdays keep coming anyway! We think we have a crisis with "Global Warming," but here’s a really inconvenient truth: we have an epidemic of Global Aging.
What is the point of aging? And of disease? Why did God construct or alter (post-Eden?) the material universe in this way so that we each mature physically, but then undergo a slow decline that, with louder and louder peals of anatomical mishap, heralds our eventual departure from this world?
We know from Romans 1 that God made the surrounding world to illustrate his spiritual nature and our spiritual nature "so that men are without excuse." Is aging an advertisement? Perhaps sleep is meant to truly remind us daily of the reality of death and resurrection. Perhaps aging is meant to relentlessly remind us that we are fragile, that without God we deteriorate, and that judgment day is on its way.
What an upbeat birthday message! But I am thinking that’s the point—each birthday is a message about the gift of life and the gift of eternal life.
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