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Too Old to Serve

We just had a work camp go home. They were definitely a unique bunch, and we absolutely loved them. They were all grandparents and one couple celebrated their 53rd anniversary this year. This group of folks worked as hard as any group of high schoolers and they had incredible attitudes and super flexibility. The truth of the matter is, they wore us youngin’s out!

If you think you’re too old to serve, think again. One woman, 72 years old, is going back to school to get her bachelor’s in theology so she can teach women the Word of God. One man said this was his 6th mission trip and was already planning his next one. My dear retired college professor was here, bad knees and in, last year teaching a women's seminar and it was fantastic. We have other friends that are coming down for the 5th and 6th time this January. They are both in their late sixties and are professional builders. They take their vacation time helping us build churches. Another couple is in their retirement and they want to spend it giving back to God. That’s why they decided to come to Paraguay. Serving is what keeps these folks young! Mature adults with a lifetime of experiences, stories and a love for God’s people make a huge impact on younger generations that are caught up in a “me-focused” solar system. So, what about you? What is keeping you from serving God with your hands, heart and feet? Is it your age? I hope not. God wants to use you, no matter your age, your wrinkles or your strength.


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