God complained “this people draw near with their words And honor Me with their lip service, But they remove their hearts far from Me, And their reverence for Me consists of tradition learned by rote, (Isaiah 29:13)
A group of seniors were sitting around talking about all their ailments at Costa Coffee.
“My arms have become so weak I can hardly lift this cup of coffee,” said one.
“Yes, I know,” said another. “My cataracts are so bad I can’t even see my coffee.”
“I couldn’t even mark an X at election time because my hands are so
crippled”, volunteered a third.
“What? Speak up! What? I can’t hear you”, said one elderly lady.
“I can’t turn my head because of the arthritis in my neck,” said another, to which several nodded weakly in agreement.
“My blood pressure pills make me so dizzy!” exclaimed another.
“I forget where I am and where I’m going,” said another.
“I guess that’s the price we pay for getting old,” winced an old man as he slowly shook his head.
The others nodded in agreement.
“Well, count your blessings,” said a woman cheerfully.
“Thank God we can all still drive.”
So then you are no longer strangers and aliens, but you are fellow citizens with the saints, and are of God’s household, (Ephesians 2:19)