Do you love them or hate them? Do you hate to see the years taking their toll or do you delight in your survival? I have never worried about anyone knowing my age. I am 70 and rapidly approaching 71. With age comes the added certainty of death, though that can happen at any age. As a child I was very worried about the thought of death, when I was three a little girl who lived near me and was two, died after an accident. As I have grown older I have been less worried about death and most older people will say the same. How strange is that? Dying tends to bother us rather than being dead. I believe Jesus will take me to live with Him, what could be more wonderful. I think dying might be something like being born. The birth process is a traumatic time for the baby. So there is trepidation that dying might be the same. When a baby is born it soon knows the comfort of its mother's arms, when the believer dies he enters into the joy of His Lord.
First of all thanks to Fat Prophet for your interest. I see from your blog you are having trouble commenting. To get back to my assessed service. Criticism albeit constructive is harder for some to take than others. I felt a little crushed after my assessed service but then remembered I had recorded it on my dictaphone. I listened to it all through and although my assessors were quite right about me speaking a little quickly and rushing from item to item, I was actually very pleased with the content of my sermon and how I presented it. So I have decided to take heart. I highly recommend other trainees to record your services. You can hear your good points and your bad and there is no argument about it, it is all caught on the recorder.
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