This was the title of a book my mother gave me before the onset of puberty. It seems that I was surrounded by elders ready to teach, warn, prepare, and escort me through those early phases of growth and development. Now that I am at the other end of life’s arc, I am not finding as much help. Where are the elders to shepherd me through this phase of degeneration and wisdom? Perhaps their messages are more subtle. This morning we will think about some of the blessings and challenges of Growing Old, especially when we are not liking it so much.