Will you still need me when I'm 64?

A good friend had his 64th birthday yesterday. I worked hard to fix a "suitable" dinner for him and his wife, our very good friends, because I thought he deserved to be feted this way. This friend I will call FS. To the casual observer, FS would not, perhaps, be an unsung hero. He's had many interesting exploits and he is a raconteur of no small talent. However, one of the items that few know is just how dedicated he is to whatever he puts his hand to. Right now, he puts his hand to being a houseparent for intellectually and mentally challenged adults. No small deal. And his supervisors are not ever considerate of their staff, demanding more and more and more. The demands are beyond what anyone could rightfully expect. Yet FS and his wife are more than considerate and loving of the clients. Because it is too often that good guys get the shaft, I wanted this 64th birthday to be really special, out of step with his current terrible situation at work. When he and his wife danced before they left in my living room, as we played, "will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm 64", I knew, at least for the moment, by God's Grace, we were all blessed. Happy Birthday FS. Read Matt. 5:3-12.