At the end of Genesis 35, Isaac dies at the age of 180. Verse 29 says, “he breathed his last, and was gathered to his people, old and full of days.”

At 61, I’m 1/3 of Isaac’s age, and yet at times I feel old and “full of days.” But, at 60, Isaac was just getting started. He was my age when Jacob was born. Maybe, God’s not finished with me yet?

Michelangelo painted the ceiling of Sistine Chapel on his back on a scaffold when he was 90 years old.
Cato, a renowned greek Orator  began studying Greek at 73.
Goethe wrote his most famous work “Faust” at 82.
Galileo invented the telescope and tracked the rotation of the planets after he was 80.
Moses led the children of Israel out of Egypt when he was 80.
Caleb led his tribe in battle against the Giants in Canaan at 85.
Verdi produced his masterpiece “Othello,” at 80, “Falstaff”, at 85.
The great Zoologist Lamarch wrote his famous “The Natural History of the Inverebrates,” at 78.
Tennyson wrote “crossing the bar” at 83.
Browning wrote:

“Grow old along with me,
The best is yet to be.
The last of life for which the first was made.”