Many people fear death and dying. Death can be scary, especially if one doesn’t know where they are headed five seconds after they die. Pastor David Dykes, of Green Acres Baptist Church in Tyler, Texas, calls death “Moving Day.” Why? Because we simply move from this Earth, to our final home, be it in Heaven, or separated from God in Hell. However, for the Christian, “moving day” is nothing to fear, because we don’t really get old, we just move from one home to another. The following is a great poem that encapsulates the idea that we never truly grow old, our spirit is always alive, it’s just our outward “tent” that we live in, that grows old and weary.

THE GLORY OF AGING
A woman nearly 100 years old wrote:

This old shell in which I dwell
Is growing old, I know full well,
But I am not the shell.

What if my hair is turning gray,
Gray hair is honorable, they say.
What if my sight is growing dim,
I still can see to follow Him.

What should I care if times’ old plow
Has left deep furrows on my brow.
Another house, not made with hands,
Awaits me in the Glory Land.

What tho my tongue refuse to talk,
What; tho I falter in my walk,
I still can tread the narrow way,
I still can sing, and watch and pray.

My hearing may not be as keen
As in times past it may have been
But I still can hear the Savior say
In whispers soft, “This is the Way.”

This outward man, do what I can,
To lengthen out his life’s short span,
Shall perish and return to dust,
As everything in nature must.

The inward man, the Scriptures say,
Is growing stronger every day.
Then how can I be growing old
When safe within the Master’s fold?

Before long this soul shall fly away
And leave this tenement of clay.
This robe of flesh I’ll drop and rise
To seize the “everlasting prize.”
I’ll meet you on the streets of gold
And prove that I’m not growing old.

Author: Unknown

“That is why we never give up. Though our bodies are dying, our spirits are being renewed every day.”
2 Corinthians 4:16

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