Gray hairs

A friend invited me to take a turn in his pulpit next month. I get the choice between the Sunday the expositional teaching will be in Psalms 71-75, or two Sundays later when it will be in Psalm 81-85. I love it!

But don’t say I didn’t warn you… I will probably be mostly musing in those psalms for a couple of weeks.

Ps 71 speaks to my gray hairs.

Do not cast me off in the time of old age; forsake me not when my strength is spent.

Yet, the psalmist also tells of his experience in the womb:

Upon you I have leaned from before my birth; you are he who took me from my mother's womb.

With this fellow (author unknown) it’s been an all-his-life relationship:

O God, from my youth you have taught me, and I still proclaim your wondrous deeds.

And he’s not slowing down now:

So even to old age and gray hairs, O God, do not forsake me, until I proclaim your might to another generation, your power to all those to come.