No Ageism Here

Mozart wrote his first symphony before he was 12.

Frederick Law Olmstead, landscaper, didn’t know what he wanted to do with his life until he visited England when he was 30 and fell in love with its gardens. New York’s Central Park was his first commission.

Grandma Moses began to paint when she was 78.

When he was 8 years old, Josiah, the son of the assassinated King Amon, became king and “did that which was right in the sight of the Lord.”

At the ripe old age of 80, Moses began the work for which he came to the kingdom as deliverer of the Israelites and as Old Testament “type” of Jesus.

Mary became mother of the world’s Savior when she was a teenager.

Elisabeth gave birth to the forerunner of the Messiah when she was “in her old age.”

Reinhard Bonnke answered the call to ministry when he was a child. Kenneth Copeland accepted the call when he was 30. Smith Wigglesworth became a preacher at 48.

My Aunt Anne started her undergraduate degree at 50, and received her doctorate degree at 67.

Apparently age doesn’t count much when it comes to calling, passion, and destiny.

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Whether we’re very young or getting older, that has to be good news.

In fact, as my pastor preached recently, it is “the space between right here and Heaven” that counts.

No excuses.