Forty creeps closer and closer every day. In approximately one-half of a year, I will be there. I recently heard forty called the old age of youth. If youth is a vast ocean of experience, then I’m standing on the shoreline, ready to head in the other direction. I’m not sure what’s there — another shore? Is this one I will willingly step into, I wonder, or will I stand between the two coastlines, wanting to venture toward my youth of old age, but afraid to tear my eyes away from the waters I’ve just left?
There’s a whole lot of moving forward in the Bible: Abraham, Lot, the Israelites, the disciples, Paul’s admonition to the church of Philippi. We humans were never been meant to stay in one place on this side of heaven. I know it. My heart knows it. My spirit knows it, and even embraces it. Yet, I have one foot dipped in those cool, crisp waters of youth. It still so fresh, so invigorating, so enticing.
Still, I have a feeling that what awaits me is so much richer than where I’ve been. Besides, there’s nothing saying I can’t take along a souvenir or two.
Therefore let us move beyond the elementary teachings about Christ and be taken forward to maturity, not laying again the foundation of repentance from acts that lead to death, and of faith in God, instruction about cleansing rites, the laying on of hands, the resurrection of the dead, and eternal judgment. And God permitting, we will do so. — Hebrews 6:1-3