Nestled in ethereal mist twixt Texas hill country and Geezer Mesa lay the sleepy dwellings of Geezerville. Geezerville, a town transitioning much like its geography. Geezerville, on the very edge of the dessert an oasis of natural springs, a valley of water abundant, a plethora of flora and fauna, and this very evening, as most evenings, a town in motion, all be it, slow motion. The heat of Texas day did dictate this daily ritual. Not many of the towns elderly residents functioned well in hundred degree mid-day heat, but late evening, each late evening for years and decades and even over a century, as the sun drifted low behind lofty Geezer Mesa, the mesa from which the town got its name, in the fingers of the mighty mesa's cool shadow, life began to move. Few of those movers were not elderly. Geezers they were, with canes, with walkers, men and women slowly moving, shuffling along in a sidewalk waltz, transitioning to last tango in Geezerville.
All crawled along splendidly well in Geezerville. Well until the town's unwell and only pastor passed away. A replacement had to be found. So with non-denominational geezerdom prerequisite the town of many faiths, but only one church, sought and found their spiritual compass. Or so they thought. For this preacher, name of Rev. Bell Ringer, unexpectedly had change on the brain. Change: only a good word to geezers when applied to contents of the pocket, not change on the sidewalk where one must actually bend over to pick it up, and especially not change of direction.
Oh, there were groans and there were moans from the congregation when Pastor Bell Ringer preached; but certainly no open rebellion from folks just too tired to rebel. Besides, most conceded, although a tad reluctantly, that yes, they did need to redirect their slow moving, their shuffling along, even that last tango.
"No one!" Pastor Bell Ringer preached, "No one should shuffle off the edge of Geezer Mesa without Jesus. In service to God and in service to one another spread the way, the truth and the life. His name is Jesus. With every last shuffle we got left in this dance called life, in joy shine forth the light and love our Savior."
And that very Sunday morn, soaring oer the clearing mist, an eagle eye did see new life in the valley below. Life blessed, life with purpose, even one time geezers sprouting wings to share the air above Geezer Mesa.
From whence it came: Ecclesiastes Chapter 12; Isaiah 40:21-31; John 14:6
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