People are like cheese—when tended properly they improve with age, but if kept without care they spoil. By the time you read this I’ll be half way to my thirty-second birthday—a number that some remember fondly and some view as uselessly aged. There are teens in our youth group that have been viciously waiting for the moment that they can officially pronounce me “old.” I know that this must be laughable for many who read this, but, not wanting to age prematurely, I recently bought a book on nutrition. I was amazed how little I knew about such an important subject. I had no idea that trans fats could clog my arteries, clot my legs and ravage my heart!
I could take the time to tell you about all the changes I’m trying to make in what I eat, but I’ll sum it up by revealing this morning’s breakfast menu: coffee with non-fat creamer, milled flaxseed and soy cereal topped with two strawberries and a multi-vitamin that wasn’t quite up to par in the folic-acid department.
As I pondered my newfound knowledge, I wondered, how many people know as little about vital Christian truths as I knew about nutrition? I don’t doubt that many of this issue’s readers are in the same situation as me; issues of faith and church are easy to put off just a little while longer. I thought, how many will wait to act until they need a triple-bypass?
Well, at thirty, the jury is still out—will I spoil or age to perfection? Both the Bible and common sense tell me that a life well tended will be worth my while.
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