Boy am I worn out...Boy am I old

It seems like just yesterday I was a teenager. I was in my prime, cut, ripped, not an ounce of fat on me. I could run and jump all day and never wear out and wake up the next day and not be a bit soar or tired. I remember wearing out old men in there thirties on the basketball court with big bellies and hairy chest that sweated like pigs. Oh how the times have changed. Now I'm the big bellied, hairy chest, sweating like crazy old guy.

And was painfully reminded that fact tonight when I played basketball for two hours. Boy am I worn out. Boy am I old. Just a side note [I did play pretty good for an old guy]. But I'm sure I'm going to pay for it in the morning and the morning after that and the morning after that. I had a great time though and I guess it was worth it. Well I'll know if it was worth it tomorrow.

A funny thing happened tonight. In our church sponsored, open gym basketball we had an astonishing 25+ people show up. My guess is that about 70% don't know Jesus. You would think I would have been happy and overjoyed at the opportunity to let my light shine to all these people. But sad to say my first thought was, "darn I'm not going to be able to play much Ball tonight." How selfish is that? How unlike Jesus is that? Fortunately God checked my attitude and I was able to enjoy the night and show God's love to people. At least that was my intention. I hope it came through between all the knocking people down, slapping there hands and arms, and pushing and shoving them all night. At least I did it with a smile and always an apology when necessary.

Well that's it for tonight I'm hurting and need to go lay down.