I'm an elderly man and I've watched the world change so radically that sometimes I don't recognize it. Culture shifts, technology upends everything, what was stable becomes obsolete. It's disorienting.
But this verse keeps me grounded. Jesus isn't new and he's not obsolete. He was the source of meaning in my grandparents' time, he is in mine, and he will be in my grandchildren's. That doesn't mean nothing changes - it means there's a consistency in what matters underneath the surface changes.
That's given me peace about aging and dying. I'm not watching the end of meaning. I'm watching one chapter close while others open, and Jesus holds them all.
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