Growing Old

Lou Lotz

READ : Psalm 92:5-15

In old age they still produce fruit; they are always green and full of sap. (v. 14)

Visiting a woman on her 90th birthday, I mentioned that she was getting old. She said: “I’m not getting old. I am old. You’re getting old.”

I’m getting old. You, too. For some, old age is something to be dreaded. It is viewed as a time of decay and decline. Physical aches and pains. The circle of friends becoming smaller and smaller. The feeling that your best years are behind you.

But it doesn’t have to be this way. Old age can be a time of triumph, like the last miles of a marathon race where the runner feels exultant and deeply satisfied. The psalmist talks of people who, even in old age, are like productive fruit trees—fresh and green, full of sap.

In old age we may have to renounce, but we don’t have to resign. As we age, there are renunciations to be made—what foods we can eat, what activities we can do, etc. But that doesn’t mean we have to resign from living. We may have to live differently, but we don’t have to live less.

Life is an adventure of the heart and mind, two things that don’t grow old—unless we let them. Your face may be wrinkled, but your soul doesn’t have to be. Nor your faith.


Lord, let me age gracefully.