Every time I feel like the old saying, ‘Let John Do It’ I remind myself that this is what we all want to keep continuing…life. We speak of it philosophically and theologically but the practical application is ‘Keep Moving!’ I spoke with a friend this morning at church and we talked of photography and art. I mentioned that I snap photos while I walk I have been walking daily for many years. She told me it was good that I could still walk for health. I pondered I did not know another way to live.

The temptation to move less and think more increases with age. Movement is life. Movement causes the synapse to fire and brain fog dissipates. I noticed in Paris that the elderly were as active as the young only slower and with determination.

Abigail slowly walked with her walker into the sanctuary. Each step was a determined effort of herculean willpower. Abigail smiled at each congregant that she encountered on her step-by-step journey. She sat down slowly in the pew of the church she had been a member of all her life. She and her husband Hershel were in their 90s. They always had smiles on their faces. They appeared beatific. Their eyes were the eyes of children. Their words were serene like the sound of many waters. Their voices were beautiful. When Abigail read the scriptures publically she had the bearing of a prophet. The same struggle to move and walk and negotiate the pitfalls that the young do not know of was Abigail’s journey that she took with the determination of a prizefighter. When she spoke it was as if you were there. The sanctuary evaporated into the words of the Bible. Abigail and Hershel were there with the baby born in a manger. They sat on the hay admiring the gift that only God can give…life…