Your An Old Man Reborn

It’s one morning.  You are an old tired man, slow and bent, scared from head to toe.  You wake up in the dark, make coffee, sit alone with The Old Text, the day still dark.  You are old.  Dawn comes and the old river lays there and dark rain clouds race by lashed on by the wind and sun.  All is slow.  A message comes from your first born, a message from God.  You open it and listen and your old heart is reborn and you begin to cry and you know this is Good Friday, and it is your Friday and you are an old man but Sundays coming.  You are reborn.  You love your Savior.  You are invigorated by your gratefulness.  He came to you again this morning.