One of my favorite writers, GK Chesterton, once wrote a poem he entitled, Second Childhood. It speaks of the resurrection:

When all my days are ending
And I have no song to sing,
I think that I shall not be too old
To stare at everything;
As I stared once at a nursery door
Or a tall tree and a swing. …

Men grow too old for love; my love,
Men grow too old for lies;
But I shall not grow too old to see
Enormous night arise,
A cloud that is larger than the world
And a monster made of eyes. …

Men grow too old to woo, my love,
Men grow too old to wed;
But I shall not grow too old to see
Hung crazily overhead
Incredible rafters when I wake
And I find that I am not dead.

Strange crawling carpets of the grass,
Wide windows of the sky;
So in this perilous grace of God
With all my sins go I;
And things grow new though I grow old,
Though I grow old and die.

Friends, what the resurrection of Jesus promises is that things can always be new again. It’s NEVER too late to start over. Nothing is irrevocable. No betrayal is final. No sin is unforgivable. Every form of death can be overcome. There isn’t any loss that can’t be redeemed. Every day is virgin. There is really no such thing as old age. This is the good news in which we live as followers of Christ!

As together we move into the Easter Season, may our mind be focused on the daily resurrection that God’s grace provides. SFC it is never too late to start over – Thanks be to God!

Grace and peace, Pastor Bob+