DIRECTION,PURPOSE AND FAITH

DIRECTION, PURPOSE AND FAITH

 

Face down, inches from a plateful of fried Icelandic Cod, the hunched over senior seated at the end of the table is feasting at   his favorite Friday Fish fry.  An olive tinged skin color and brooding face says “I am old and a failure”.  He appears aged, tired, defeated. No polite way to phrase the observation. Attired in a faded, wrinkled, oversized Brooks Brothers Ivy League shirt, he looks to have been defeated by life’s tsunami of misfortunes. 

 

Table talk centers around the weather and his decades long deteriorating health. The list includes flat feet, by pass surgeries, failing eye sight, hip replacement surgery.  It seems the list could be much longer.  Everyone at the table pities this poor guy.

 

He announces proudly “Next month I am eligible for Medicare”.  Receiving this government entitlement is an important milestone in his life providing a glimmer of hope to a man down on his luck.  We all give him a positive, caring smile.

 

Seeing an opportunity to turn the conversation to the positive, we ask about his daily activities since he has retired.  Nothing he says, nothing. “I don’t do a damn thing”. Topics such as his grand children, the Packers, ice fishing on the lake, all fall on deaf ears. He appears to be directionless, purposeless, faithless.  Life has been a sad, lonely journey,

 

Years of inactivity, over eating, carousing, contribute to his appearance of being a person living on the streets.  Fleshy jaws are swollen as he sits with shoulders bowed looking submissively at those at the table. What occurred inside the soul of this once energetic, athletic, successful executive?

 

Another lively table is occupied by  millennials.  We marvel at these young geniuses who are mature beyond their years.  They demonstrate the knowledge and intuition of a 50 year old when they are about 25.  The fast track to personal and professional success awaits those who are prepared to grab onto the brass ring.

 

Conversely, some unfortunately have the premature demeanor and attitudes of aging seniors. In this regard, they out pace their peers.  The mantle of a 70 year old is carried by someone three decades their junior.  A lifetime of potentially missing the joys and opportunities of life  await. 

 

One wonders which comes first; the physical deterioration of the body or the loss of a zest for experiencing life.  What causes some to prematurely cash in their chips and check  out.  There may be a describable combination of energy, direction and faith which determines our future path.  Our deepest inner voices persuasively talk to us as we confront life’s important junctures.  These situations are essential to enhancing our mental and physical health while concurrently deepening our purpose and faith. We label them  as miracles.

 

The rapidly aging man at the fish fry is a poignant example of living life with a negative focus.  This concentration leads to loneliness, grumpiness and a fatalistic attitude towards the future.  He can save himself from these shortcomings if he trusts his God and those who love the teetering old man.

 

In a positive vein, the possession of a sense of direction, purpose and faith serve as life’s foundation for enriching spiritual regeneration. All of these are priceless. None can be purchased from a local retailer.  They are found in our quiet moments of reflection, our conversations with God as well as those times when we share our souls with people we love and trust.

 

WHEN DOES LIFE END?

The balding, punchy, bent over guy seated at the
last fish fry of Lent looked –old. No other way to phrase it-
He looked old, tired, beaten, defeated. Prosperous but defeated.
Discussion topics drowned on about physical maladies – his bad feet,
and by-pass surgeries. How he had to ride a golf cart instead of walk the
flat local course.
“ Next month I am eligible for medicare” he proudly announced.
And oh yes – he enjoys doing nothing most days since retiring.
Attempts to discuss positive events such as the Green Bay Packers
winning the Super Bowl turned to – what if they have injured players
next year and can’t repeat. It sounded like a fear of enjoying the moment:
out of a dread that something terrible might soon follow.

Armageddon is on the horizon? The grim reaper is in the next room.? The bubonic plague is returning in all its indescribable horror? Life is a video about Russian roulette.

Twenty years ago we had a similar negative tinged conversation with
this same gentleman. At that time he was “ looking forward to “retirement”.
Life was a drag. Work was a bore. And the main topic of discussion
was the awesome 45 minute to work each day. Such self-pity.

His shirt swallowing the increasing girth, jaws swollen with flesh, shoulders bowed, what happened inside the soul of this once energetic, athletic ,
successful financial executive more than 20 years ago?

As a society, we collectively marvel at those who are “mature beyond their years – those who Have the insight and perception of a  50 year old when they are 25.
A gift which many embrace and cherish.

Conversely, why do some people have the premature demeanor and attitude of agers?
Seemingly before the time of their peers? In may ways they seem to carry
the mantle of a 65 year old when they are 35 or 40. A lifetime spent missing the
many joys and opportunities of middle age. No middle age crises here – he drives a Chevy Nova.

One wonders which came 1st – physical ailments or the loss of zest for life?
What causes people to cash in their chips when in their 40’s and 50’s?
Are they happy? Is their main objective in life to hope the race ends sooner
rather than later?

Is life merely an endurance contest rather than a gift to be enjoyed during the limited time we have on this earth? We hope the days of wine and roses are more prevalent than the gray skies portending gloom and doom.

When does life end?