Trumpets, Troubles, Treasures, Trust…

This morning I’m musing on recent conversations… watching, listening to other senior citizens.

Some blow their own trumpet – tell you what they’ve done, successes they’ve achieved, the importance of their job, places they’ve visited, money they’ve earnt, the car they own, their wonderful grandchildren (clearly due to wonderful grandparents!) It’s an endless list!

Others focus on their troubles and trials. They describe their latest hospital appointments, the problems that their family members are battling with, the failures of politicians and governments, life’s injustices of which they’re the unfortunate victim.

Some are grateful for their life’s treasures – good things in their lives. They appreciate… family that’s valued and still close; friendships that have lasted for many years; fun – little things that give them pleasure; food’s an important, enjoyable part of life; faith gives their life meaning and purpose…

Others live in trust. For some their family and friends give them a security and contentment. Some have developed a rhythm of life, good habits, hobbies and activities that bring satisfaction. Others believe in a God who looks out for them and looks after them.

I was reflecting on where I fit in – living with humility, honesty, integrity… empathising with those going through troubles, sharing in the treasures of others… being the best version of myself I can be… remembering St Paul’s words: ‘Rejoice with those who rejoice, mourn with those who mourn. Live in harmony with one another, Do not be proud…’

Then this morning I read… Ezekiel is to be a watchman. He’s to stand on the city wall with his trumpet. If danger is coming he must blow his trumpet to warn the city.

If I am to take on the Ezekiel-watchman role that shifts the emphasis. As one with life experiences I must blow my own trumpet – warning folks of potential troubles, protecting valued, valuable treasures, recognising that trust is not always just a passive reliance on a greater power. Sometimes it demands a robust trumpet-blowing defence of truth.

Trumpet, troubles, treasures, trust… truth.