I guess I am an old dog now. I am old enough to get senior adult discounts, and SS checks. So I think that qualifies me to the grade of Old Dog. So while I may try to act young, and still be sort of cool, sometimes, I know the truth. My hip bones and stiff joints remind me with loud cries of you "ain't no spring chicken" every time I stand up these days. I also have another reminder every time I look in the mirror. I see this old guy looking back at me. That old guy needs to trim nose hair often. I think some university should do a study to measure how fast the nose hair grows beginning about age 55 on men. I can assure you what is not growing on top is coming out of ears and nose openings. Anyway all that to say I am an old dog for sure.
Being an old dog technology does have its challenges for me. I am not too bad at the world of computers, but not like the kids who have grown up with it. But I have managed to put up a web page or two, and to blog a bit now and then, so I guess an old dog sort of can keep up. I have really met a challenge however with trying to set up on my web site a way to allow people to donate to the ministry of Mission Team Inc. with credit cards. Several people had told me they would send a donation for the work that I do with Law Enforcement, but that my site at www.missionteaminc.com did not work for using Credit Cards. I had it working at one time with Pay Pal, but they changed something and I could not figure it out. So I needed to fix it. It took some work but finally yesterday it is now up and running with a path to receive donations. One for the Old dog.
But there is a whole lot more this old dog needs to learn. I am finally learning which trees that I need to bark at. I know too many time I have barked up the wrong tree and even like my neighbor and pastor Mike Stephens chased a few too many squirrels. But I do know that The Lord has truly blessed me and Kathy. Now we find that are getting ready to make some moves in life toward retirement. I am not sure I like that word "retirement." It is what old dogs do it seems, but a few have hit a new running gear when they get to be Old Dogs. Truett Cathy is such a man. He never really got going with Chic-fil-a until he was an old dog. One of my favorite old dogs in the Bible is Caleb. He was one of two who came out of Egypt with Moses and by his faithfulness made it to the promised land. Then as an old dog here is what he said.
Joshua 14: 10-12 NLT
10 “Now, as you can see, the LORD has kept me alive and well as he promised for all these forty-five years since Moses made this promise—even while Israel wandered in the wilderness. Today I am eighty-five years old. 11 I am as strong now as I was when Moses sent me on that journey, and I can still travel and fight as well as I could then. 12 So give me the hill country that the LORD promised me. You will remember that as scouts we found the descendants of Anak living there in great, walled towns. But if the LORD is with me, I will drive them out of the land, just as the LORD said.”
So let me state this plainly this old dog is not gonna lay down and die. Nope, I am planning to keep sniffing out the plan God has for me with ministry for the future. I know that He has uniquely put in a place to minister to the Law Enforcement community. This was proven to me this week as I found myself in a position to talk to two officers who came to me seeking the advice of this old dog. I was blown away how the Lord opened the door.
New fields to hunt are coming soon for this old hound. But I am ready and as excited as ever to listen to the voice of my Master. He calls me to serve Him and this is what life is all about. Age means nothing if you trust Him. Provision comes from His hand. And Joy is mine when He calls my name.