“Those who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength.” Isaiah 40:31
I realized recently that being diagnosed and treated for brain cancer made me feel old. For one thing, I was physically weaker, first from the symptoms of the tumor, and then from months and months of chemotherapy pills. I lacked energy. I lacked confidence in my balance and in my physical strength. I had no stamina.
It didn’t help that I actually am getting older. The late 60’s are different from the early 30s or even the mid-50s. And having never been this age before, I could not sort out which symptoms were the normal process of aging, and which were the quickening of cancer and cancer’s treatment.
For another thing, I thought about dying every day in the first year after diagnosis; and frequently in the second year. I would think a young man’s thoughts about some world changing effort I wanted to be involved in. And then I would say to myself, “I won’t have enough time to do that.”
I have always been a person who has dreams & visions, and also has the patience to see them through to reality. But seeing dreams through to reality can take years, and everyone’s best guess was that I was almost out of years. It is sobering to realize that there is no longer enough time. I found solace in Carl Sandberg’s comment that “Some dreams are stronger than death.” And I felt old.
During those two years the only part of who I am that felt stronger, like it was being renewed, was my relationship with God. Perhaps it was the prayers of so many people in my behalf. Perhaps it was my openness to God’s goodness in the midst of the challenge. Whatever happened, and however long my life continued, I wanted to reach a new level of knowing God. Looking back, I know that the spiritual growth and newness I have experienced in these last 2 ½ years is a gift to me from God.
I think that some aspects of spiritual growth can only happen when “the things of this world” lose their attraction…usually as we grow old. Or at least feel old. I am grateful to be freer from the love of this world, a freedom ironically which accentuates the beauty and goodness all around us. But still I am more aware than I would like to be that I am older, and growing old. If God has granted me the “15 years and then some” that I wrote about in the last blog, then there will be no arguing by then that I will be old. Most people in this world will still not be old 15 years from now, but I will be. I have mixed feelings about that reality.
At the same time, I don’t feel as old as I did a year ago. Physically I feel so much better and so much stronger. I am not thinking about dying every day. I have come to believe that my time is not short like I thought it was when first diagnosed. So I will have time to be patient with some dreams. And I have gained the wisdom that all time is short when compared to the reality of the eternal world.
I feel younger and wiser at the same time.
A few months ago, I woke from sleep with these words in my mind: “He thinks of you young.” The words have stayed with me like a consistent reminder. What if the eternal one, the one who gave us life and promises eternal life, always thinks of us young even as we grow old?
Maybe that is the truth Isaiah was trying to tell us. If we wait upon the Lord, our strength will be renewed. We will mount up with wings like eagles. We will run and not be weary; walk and not faint.
This, then, is the good news. God thinks of us young.