February 14, 2016
My Theology and My Approach to Aging
By Robert Hull In his brief poem “Seventy Years,” Wendell Berry writes: Well, anyhow, I am not going to die young.1 When my mother died at the age of 71, she seemed old to me. But I was only 39 at that time, and still full of vitality. Nowadays we are told “80 is the new 70,” but to someone only 39, my age of 72 is old, and it’s beginning to feel that way to me too. When my Milligan College class of 1965 got together for our 50-year reunion last fall, the list of the deceased included 19





