Yes, it is the Vigil of the Feast of Saints Simon and Jude once again, this year marking my 47th year. People in my gene pool have had the habit of dying at age 94, so I consider this my “mid-way point” of expected natural longevity. So, no more messing around. I better get with it!
And since I’m a math nerd, and 47 is a prime number, AND I’m of the considered opinion that Val Kilmer’s performance as Doc Holliday in Tombstone is one of the greatest things ever put on film, if you ask me if I FEEL middle-aged, I shall for the next year respond with the perfectly honest double entendres Hollidayism, “Not me, I’m in my prime.”
And, as is now a TWENTY year birthday tradition here on the Barnhardt.biz blog, please enjoy Alison Krauss and the Cox Family singing “Will There Be Any Stars In My Crown.”
Thanks to one and all for your kind greetings and good prayers, and to Our Loving and Merciful Lord for another incredibly wonderful year. I can’t wait to see what’s in store for orbital lap #48!
We shall reach when the sun goeth down
When through wonderful grace by my Saviour I stand
Will there be any stars in my crown?
When at evening the sun goeth down?
When I wake with the blest in those mansions of rest
Will there be any stars in my crown?
Let me watch as a winner of souls
That bright stars may be mine in that glorious day
When His praise like the sea billow rolls.
Living gems at His feet to lay down
It would sweeten my bliss in the city of gold
Should there be any stars in my crown.