Posts with the tag “summer-at-the-movies”

A foreman walks up to Carl Fredricksen's house, surrounded by construction equipment and developers who want him gone, and asks plainly: when are you going to give this place up? Carl does not flinch. He says: "When I'm dead." The audience laughs. Then they cry. Because every one of us has something we are holding onto with everything we have. Something the world keeps pressuring us to release. But here is what Peter told people who had already lost most of what they had built: you have an inheritance that is imperishable, undefiled, and unfading. Reserved in heaven. Beyond the reach of any bulldozer. The question is not whether you will hold on. The question is what you are holding. Read the full post.  Read More

Most of us have been quietly talked out of our own contribution. Not by one dramatic moment but by a thousand small signals from a culture that celebrates the new and tolerates the experienced. But the Psalm says fresh and green in old age. Not in spite of the years. Because of them. You are not overqualified for what is next. You are precisely qualified.  Read More

In the movie The Intern, a 70-year-old man who had done everything the world told him to do — retire, travel, take up golf — was miserable. So he applied for an internship, walked in with a briefcase and a pocket square, and said: "Musicians don't retire; they stop when there's no more music in them. Well, I still have music in me." That line did not belong in a movie. It belonged in a sermon. Because Psalm 92 says the righteous will still yield fruit in old age. Full of sap. Very green. And God has never once called anyone to retire. Read the full post.  Read More