i always have.
a lot of people don’t, and that’s sad. i think it’s for two reasons.
first, i think it’s because of our obsession with youthfulness. nobody wants to get old. but as they say, it’s beats the alternative (though not exactly true for those bound for eternity in heaven. just sayin’).
but the fear or aversion to growing old isn’t biblical. listen to what God says…
gray hair is a crown of glory; it is gained by living a godly life
– proverbs 16.31
the glory of the young is their strength; the gray hair of experience is the splendor of the old
– proverbs 20.29
getting older isn’t just a fact of life, it’s an important part of life. strength has an important part to play in our lives when we are young, and wisdom is important as we grow older. most of us had older people to look up to and to be mentored by as we were growing up. as we grow older, it’s our turn to step into the role of mentor. recently, i have found myself in a mentoring role for a number of younger men, like never before. and i consider it an honor and gift from God to be considered wise enough to have anything of value to say.
but there’s another, sadder reason people don’t want to celebrate their birthdays – they don’t want anyone to make a fuss over them.
are you kidding me??? i love it! fuss away! and why not? God sure does make a fuss (am i sounding really southern right now?) over us.
check this out…
for the Lord your God is living among you. he is a mighty Savior. he will take delight in you with gladness… he will rejoice over you with joyful songs.
– zephaniah 3.17
you made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother’s womb.
thank you for making me so wonderfully complex!
your workmanship is marvelous – how well i know it.
you watched me as i was being formed in utter seclusion,
as i was woven together in the dark of the womb.
you saw me before i was born.
every day of my life was recorded in your book.
every moment was laid out before a single day had passed.
how precious are your thoughts about me, o God.
they cannot be numbered!
i can’t even count them: they outnumber the grains of sand!
– psalm 139.13-18
know what that means? it means God is celebrating my birthday – and not only that, but he celebrates over me every single day! i am special to him, precious to him, important to him.
as max lucado says, if God has a fridge, my picture is on it!
so yes, i love my birthday!
you oughtta love yours, too. you oughtta know how very much God loves you and celebrates your very existence.
bet now you can’t wait for your birthday to get here, can you?
glad i don’t have to!