I have arrived. I turned 55 this year. Double nickels. Or, as my son so aptly put it, the same as an the speed limit on any old two-lane road.
When does one actually become a "senior citizen"?
You can join AARP at age 50. (Yes, I'm a member.) You can begin drawing Social Security at 62. Medicare at 65. Am I a senior citizen? Not quite. How about "senior citizen in training" or "senior citizen apprentice"?
Does "getting older" bother me? Not really. In fact, it sounds good to me. Yeah ... I'm ready for those things that come with age ... discounts, grandchildren, etc.
Tuesday I attended our Baptist Association's annual Senior Adults BBQ in Lonoke. This fall, I will be attending a Senior Adults Rally in Gatlinburg, Tennessee, with several senior adults from our church and other churches. As George Burns used to say (if you have to ask who he was, you're way under 55), "Growing older is only a matter of mind ... if you don't mind, it doesn't matter!"
Two songs come to mind to make the senior years joyful:
"Jesus Loves Me" (Senior Adults Version)
Jesus loves me, this I know, Though my hair is white as snow.
Jesus loves to hear me say, That I love Him every day.
Jesus loves to hear me say, That I love Him every day.
Jesus loves to hear me say, That I love Him every day.
"Young at Heart" (as sung by Frank Sinatra)
And here is the best part, you have a head start If you are among the very young at heart.
This is just one pastor's (and one senior citizen in training's) opinion.