Union Ridge Church

Wednesday, November 18, 2020

by Reverend Dan on November 18, 2020

Even to your old age I am he, and to gray hairs I will carry you. I have made, and I will bear; I will carry and will save.

Isaiah 46:4


This is not good. Not good at all. Nothing is like it was back in my day.


For instance, about a year ago, I had to buy a different pair of glasses than my regular progressive lens bifocals for the times when I work on my computer. It must have been the way the light refracted on the screen or something technical like that which made it hard to see. Well now something has happened to those glasses because I can’t see the screen as well as I could a year ago. Everything is a little “blurry”. They must have been really poor-quality glasses and the magnification level degraded. Cheap products . . . can’t buy anything good these days like you could back in my day. The saving grace is that I could go down to the right corner of my screen and hit “+”. I guess it knows when the glasses go bad or something. It’s giving 110% now.


And what’s wrong with the way people talk these days? No one speaks clearly anymore. I bet I say, “What?” fifty times a day now. Not like it was back in my day. People spoke up back then. You could understand what they were saying. Now they just mumble. Must be the masks – that’s probably the reason I can’t hear like I did back in my day.


And the grocery store. Good Lord, you have “one way” aisles at Food Lion, at the Tetter the aisles are broken in two and they’ve moved everything, the folks who work at the stores and shop for other people are all up in my way all the time. And nothing is where it used to be back in my day. Used to be that you knew where to go, got what you wanted, wrote a check, and got the heck out of there. Not anymore. Wandering around to find something and then having to read that tiny print on the machine you stick your debit card in. (I wish those machines gave 110% like my computer does so I could see them better).


And television. It used to be there were plenty of good shows to pick from with just three channels and PBS if the wind was blowing the right way and it wasn’t raining. Not anymore. Now there are 300 channels and nothing worth watching. Not like it was back in my day.


Then there’s my brother. Today’s his birthday and he is nothing like he was back in my day. He’s old. Got me by a good fifteen months. I hope when I call to tell him Happy Birthday, he can hear me. I would Zoomgram Snapbook Facechat him one of those “Insta” things, but he’s probably not as tech savvy as I am.


What’s wrong with the world? Everything’s different than it used to be back in my day. I’m glad my grandfather’s not here to see all this. He didn’t much like change. He’s not like me who just goes with the flow.


“Father, Help us to see the good in all the days we are given. In Jesus’ name, AMEN.”