The One Calling
jo Crosby
So this is what it’s like to turn 50. My wife made one of those slide shows with favorite songs and photographs from highlights of my life, like the ones shown at funerals. Her tendency to procrastinate makes this more than a little concerning. Gives me an idea what next big family get together is anticipated. Perhaps I’ll be more careful about coming to a complete stop at red lights and I’ll get someone else to blow the pine straw off the roof.
Physically, everything still works. Well, almost everything still works. About a year ago, I started extending my arms to read. Now at 50, my arms seem a bit shorter. I can put books on the desk and just push my chair back, but that doesn’t work so well with my laptop. Guess I really should have learned to type without looking at the keys. Nobody told me there would come a day when I couldn’t read the keys! I’ve settled for reading glasses as the next best thing to arm extensions. My body also seems to have lost the ability to process really hot foods uneventfully. I love spicy foods. But at 50, the follow-up to those meals is such an ordeal that I’m learning to love more subtle seasonings. That’s about it physically… so far.
I’ve spent enough time counseling folks to know that one’s 50th birthday can bring an onslaught of emotions around both regrets and reservations. A few years ago, I got tired of all that regret and anxiety around “big birthdays”. I’d assess my life – opportunities missed, goals abandoned, and forgotten dreams. Then I’d make these commitments to change much like a New Year’s resolution and, much like a New Years resolution, I’d completely forget them in the busyness of everyday life until the next “big birthday”. Reload. Replay.
This cycle continued until I realized my unit of measure (a year or more) was just too big. Psalm 90:12 says “Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.” So I started counting and measuring my days. Today, I am 18,262 days old. I’m guessing I have something less than that left, so I want to make the most of each. It’s hard to change the behavior of someone as ornery and stubborn as me when it’s just checked annually. But when I know where I’m going and I’m checking my progress each day, making the proper adjustments along the way, life just gets a lot simpler (not always easier, but simpler).
Once I changed my unit of measure from a year to a day, I realized I had way too many goals and plans to assess each day. I wanted to be the best husband possible, the best dad possible, the best friend, the best counselor, the best pastor, and the best man possible. Then I realized I was not called to be all those things. I was called to follow Jesus. Jesus never called any man to be any of those things. He called men to follow him. Then, along the way, he taught them to teach others to follow him. As they did, they found themselves leading. As we really focus on following Jesus, we become better husbands, fathers, employers, friends, and leaders. We need only focus on the one calling – to follow Jesus - and measure our progress daily.
I’m not the model. I stumble all the time. Perfection for me will not be found on this side of the grass. But the simplification of one goal measured daily has clarified a lot for this spiffied-up redneck from Reidsville (no, MS spellcheck does not like my homegrown term). I don’t expect any surprises at 50, because I’ve been adjusting my path along the way. How about you?
John