Want an intriguing question? “How old would you be if you didn’t know when you were born?” See, our age points back to a birth certificate and some testimony of others, because you and I can’t remember our birth. I mean, we were there for sure, but you don’t remember the event. Perhaps, you listen to your parents tell people how cute you were or some of the circumstances surrounding such a momentous happening. So, schools, sports, jobs, even relationships point back to you answering the question, “Hey, how old are you?”
But pretend you didn’t know. No birth certificate. No family. Nobody to verify the date of your birth. Then, you’d be forced to deduce your age. You look around and see people who generally look like you. They may have wrinkles, like you. They may have perfect skin, like you. They may be vigorous and in shape, like you. Or, they may be physically broken down…like you? My point is simple. Age is just a number, big or little, it’s just a number. Don’t let that number define you. It doesn’t have to. The weight of Scripture indicates that it is God who defines us, not others, and certainly not our age.
Think you’re too old to do great things? Moses was 80 years old when God called him to the adventure of leading Israel from Egypt to the Promised Land. Think you’re too young, Paul admonishes Timothy to not let others look down on him because of his age.
So, today as you read this, let me ask you? Just how old are you? Is that keeping you on the sidelines? Don’t let it…it’s only a number.