Fine Wine, Rotten Milk and Other Random Thoughts

I was thinking this morning how I prefer how the Irish tell their age. (I’m sure its more than the Irish who say it this way, but since I have only witnessed it in Ireland…)  One would say, “I am such-and-such years of age.” I like that better than “such-and-such years old.” Sometimes I don’t feel old, but I am a certain age no matter how I feel, right? We may not necessarily feel old, or act old, but we are our age, despite contrariness to that fact.

And then I got to thinking how “old” just seems to denote a shriveling up to unusefulness. Which apparently is not a word since my Live Writer is screaming at me with red squiggles. But it should be. Its a good word. ANYWAY…and how “age” seems to denote a sense of growth. But THEN I got to thinking about how some things grow fine with age, like a good wine. And other things grow incredibly rotten with age, like soured milk. And THAT got me to thinking about what factors in US, as humans, determines whether we age like fine wine or like rotten milk.  I don’t have an answer, just random thoughts. What do you think? What ARE the factors that decide whether we age well or shrivel?

On to other randomness of this Friday morning, have you ever had a spiritual spanking? I’m not talking about some weird crazy mystic stuff here. I’m talking about when you are acutely aware that God has just given you a good (and always deserved) wallop on your spiritual backside. Well I got one last night. OUCH. OOOOOUUUUUCCCCCCHHHHH! For me, it was due to relational hypocrisy in my life. AGAIN. Like I didn’t get it the first time or something. And I was telling a loved one a bit about it this morning (because you know you must be very careful to whom and how much you share about your spiritual spankings. As all good spankings should be, they are done in private for a REASON. Who, as a child goes around and tells everyone of their discipline after the fact?) and they said they were so proud of me to listen to God. Hmmmmm. I felt more like a disciplined toddler, kicking and screaming about the consequences. Truth be told, this morning I STILL feel like I’m kicking and screaming on the inside. But obedient. At least I am learning to be obedient no matter how I feel.

Which brings me to my last bit of randomness for the weekend. What do ya’ll think about this: Hypocrisy is not going against what you feel; its going against who you are.

Let me know and happy weekend to you!