My apologies to any of you who don’t have oldies yet. You will. I think often of my former students who are trapped in my mind the way they looked in the ’70s, ’80s, ’90s, and ’00s. Nice hair! I know they don’t look that way anymore. I know that aging is stalking them and they have changed. I’m not sure if we would recognize each other if we ran into each other on the street. Aging catches up with all of us. That’s why we get to a point in life where we enjoy a little trip down memory lane.
When my wife and I are forced to accept the ravages of aging, we say to each other, “We had our turn to be young and beautiful.” Hearing an old song makes it seem like it was just yesterday. But a look in the mirror reminds us it wasn’t yesterday. That’s why I don’t go to class reunions. I don’t want to hear an old friend ask, “Oh, buddy, what happened to you?” I don’t want to land in the ER because I busted out my best dance moves one last time. I’ll do my rockin’ where no one can see me. And I’ll remember God’s promise: “Even when you’re old, I’ll take care of you. Even when your hair turns gray, I’ll support you. I made you and will continue to care for you. I’ll support you and save you” (Isaiah 46:4 GW).