Recently at a meeting in Fullerton, I met someone new. When I mentioned that I went to OUMC, he said that he attended First Church and that he heard things weren't going so well at our little church. He said it with a kind of sneer, as though he'd been listening to some of the people who had abandoned our church and were now attending that big church downtown. I could almost see the image in his mind of a bunch of tired old white folks just sitting around waiting their turn to die.
Almost immediately there occurred to me the first lines of a famous poem:
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rage at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light...
They were written by the great Welsh poet, Dylan Thomas, and were directed at his own father who Thomas felt was giving up on life too soon and too easily. We should heed his words here at Orangethorpe, just as long as there are two or three of us who are still breathing.
It is my own hope and prayer that we'll not "go gentle into that good night", but will continue to: