Things This Old Man Thinks About

Hands and feet

I regularly hear compliments about how I don’t look like I’m 79, or, as I say, almost 80. Looking in the mirror at just the right angle and light, I say, “Hmm, not too bad.”
Then I look at my hands… any illusions of looking younger than my age suddenly disappear. Gloves aren’t very fashionable so I guess I’ll just keep my hands in my pockets.

Hands are a dead give away of age but nothing like feet. I’ve never gotten a “Your feet certainly don’t look like you are almost 80.” compliment. People who politely invite me to remove my shoes when entering their home have no idea what they are asking of me. I’d rather take my shirt off and show my stomach surgery scar than expose my feet. I have sent pictures of my feet to my children to use for identification in case I die in an accident and the only thing left is a foot. People thought shoes were intended to protect feet until they saw my feet and realized my shoes were for their protection.
My feet would be an elephant in the room. “Gross” is a description I often hear. Just imagine me sitting in our church Life Group barefoot, and someone prays “lord, help us be the hands and feet of Jesus” and there is chorus of “Amens”

Wanting to be the hands and feet Jesus has a special meaning for me. Praying for a miracle.

Something this old man thinks about.

Still on the Journey .
(hands in my pockets and shoes on my feet)