A friend told me birthdays are good for you. People who have lots of them usually live a long time. In 2001 I had bypass surgery. I had seven of those suckers – that’s right, seven. That’s all you can have. I wanted to have eight so I could make the Guinness Book of World Records, but my doctor said seven is the maximum.
After the surgery the doctor said, “I think I bought you ten more years.” When nine years was up, I tried to renegotiate. It reminds me of a man who went to the doctor and the doctor gave him six months to live. He didn’t pay his bill, so the doctor gave him another six months. If you know who that doctor is, go to see him.
The truth is, none of us knows how much time is left. No matter your age or stage in life, stay at it and keep “looking to Jesus who is the author and finisher of our faith.”