Aging.
No fun in that word.
Joints hurt. Memory shortens. Hair falls out. Teeth let loose. Medicine list gets longer.
I’ve heard people say this about birthdays (implying it relates to aging): “Well, beats the alternative.”
As if dying is all bad.
But, is dying worse than aging?
Not always.
Who among would choose aging over death if it meant Alzheimer’s was our constant companion.
Who would choose aging over death if it meant enduring the ravages of cancer.
Have we forgotten Paul’s words: “For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain.”
Dying isn’t always bad.
