I think about enduring in faith in Jesus until the very end of my days (whenever that might be) quite often. My friend Josh always reminds me that only two or three of us out of 10 men will be left standing strong in faith until death. That’s a sobering thing and a staggering reminder of how much life I’ve yet to live.
John Piper wrote about this a little bit today and I was crushed by it. By the thought of the long (and also short) road until the end of life. By the thought of not retiring. By the though of seeing Kate in real retirement.
Not everyone gets the privilege. Some die young. Some must bear the burden of immobilizing pain. But millions of you are free. If you do not dream a joyful dream of productive service for Christ in your seventies, what will you say to the Savior? Your only excuse will be that you listened to the voice of this age rather than to God’s. It will not be a good excuse.
I’m hopeful for the privilege and hopeful that when I land in it that I’ve already laid a solid foundation upon which to work and build deep into my decades on earth.