MY BIRTHDAY

Today is my birthday. I love birthdays, because they give me a chance to be totally selfish, but without the guilt. I wake up when I want, do the personal projects I want to do, eat what I want, and have everyone tell me how great I am. I wish I had a birthday every day.

Actually, my self-centered lifestyle on my birthday is the way I live most of the time. Especially when I am on sabbatical. With few exceptions, compared to others (my wife, mostly), I pretty much just do my own little thing all day. I think my little thoughts, do my little projects, and my entire universe extends to about six inches beyond my little nose. It used to be closer, but my eyes can't focus that close anymore.

I wonder how Jesus spent his birthdays.

I think I know the answer. I think he had some vague personal agenda, but it was interrupted, because there is this guy by the name of Ken, and he loves that old guy . . .

Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.
(Heb 12:2)