Crazy middle years

Oh those crazy middle years, 45 to 64 or so, when women spend angst-filled hours debating when, how and if to embrace the gray and bemoaning the appearance of their necks, while men start eyeing Harleys and maps of Route 66. Women tend to weather this in-between stage of life more smoothly then men.

Guys need to be productive, to know they’re contributing at home, at church, in society. And they do. Guys, your years of accumulated experience and wisdom are valuable to everyone around you. Your family, your workplace, your community needs you now more than ever. Don’t hide behind sports or screens. Don’t run off. Be here. Be you.

“Gray hair is a crown of splendor; it is attained in the way of righteousness.” (Prov. 16:31)

 Portrait of happy father and teenager boy outdoor.
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Crazy middle years

Circling the wagons

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Sometimes you feel like circling the wagons. Pull in close to everyone in your wagon train, tighten the gaps, keep the riff-raff out and the kids in. Safer for everybody.

But, truth be told, the kids are going to crawl through the spokes to explore outside the circle, anyway. And some of the riff-raff might actually want to find out who you are, where you’re headed and join the group.

It’s not a bad idea to keep close to each other, look out for each other, keep the ol’ home fire burning in the center of the encampment. The kids will find their way back. They’ll find it’s better here than out there in the cold and dark. And as for the riff-raff, well, you were riff-raff once. A wagon train welcomed you in at some point. Now your train gets to do the same. Throw a little more game on the fire and go find someone to share it with. They need to get to know the Wagon Master, too.

[a loose, loose analogy of Prov. 22:6 and James 2]

Circling the wagons