There were times in my life when I could make people move and make things happen. Those were heady days when I was given a place of honor at banquets, a seat of honor at conferences, greeted in public as ‘Mr. President Sir.’ People heeded my words and followed my instructions. Today, I drive around running errands; I take out the garbage; I keep house for my loved ones.
I do not miss the ‘good old day’. Neither am I disheartened at where I am now nor dissatisfied with what I am doing. I had my time and days of being first. Now, I am relishing and learning what it means to be last, even as i relish to the full what could be my last remaining days.
I certainly encountered God when I enjoyed the thrilling days of my youth. Now, I have more time to encounter Him more leisurely and in the simplicity and sometimes emptiness of my daily ordinary schedule. I do not hurry to get things done. I simply watch things unfolding and try to learn something new and extraordinary from the ordinary events of my daily life. I loved my life then: hectic, bustling, moving fast, almost everything a blur. I love my life now: gently flowing like a river, wondering how far away still the ocean is, watching the sceneries and people I pass by as I meander through the valley.
Life has been good. Life is good. I have tried and still trying to live an upright life and I trust that God will show me His saving power in the fullness of time.