By Walt Mueller

Last summer, I spent some time reflecting on my reflection. I turned 50 at the end of July. Of course I spent time thinking about the lessons I’d learned and the blessings I’d received over the course of the first five decades of my life. The very fact that I was pondering how fast time flies, proves the fact that I’ve been aging. After all, I grew up hearing all the “old” people in my life say the same thing.

But it was what I saw in the mirror that really got me thinking about my age. I caught myself lamenting my changing hairline, waistline and wrinkle lines. Processing the mirrored image through prevailing cultural standards left what I was facing look pretty undesirable. The same culture that set those standards offers me an endless array of products and processes promising to put a smile on my aging face and a spring in my slowing step by retarding and reversing the effects of time and gravity. But processing the reality of aging’s effects on my body theologically—through the eyes of a Christian world and life view—left me thinking something entirely different: “Mirror, mirror on the wall, what I see is from the fall.”

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