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Slow Mover @[email protected] · 2026-05-24 · 20:34 UTC

The Sacred Arithmetic of My Years

A Reflection on Turning Fifty-Nine on May 24, 2026

I do not believe that numbers control my life or determine my future. I do not look to numerology as prophecy or as a replacement for faith in God. Still, I find myself drawn to the symbolic possibilities hidden within dates, names, anniversaries, and coincidences. I have always been one to look beneath the surface of things, to wonder whether something ordinary might contain a whisper of something deeper.

And so, on this birthday, I find myself looking at the numbers of my own life: 5 / 24 / 1967.

Today, I turn fifty-nine. I enter another year grateful for life, even while longing to feel more fully alive within my own body. I have not been feeling well physically, and that has weighed on me. There is so much I want to do, so much I want to create, so much ministry and imagination still stirring within me. It is a strange and sometimes painful thing to feel my spirit reaching outward while my body asks me to slow down.

Perhaps that is why I find myself lingering over these numbers. Not because they can tell me what will happen, but because they give me another language with which to consider who I have been, who I am becoming, and what I still hope to offer.

My full birth date reduces to the number 7:

5 + 2 + 4 + 1 + 9 + 6 + 7 = 34; 3 + 4 = 7.

Seven is often understood as the number of the seeker, the contemplative, the mystic, the one who is drawn toward the deeper questions. I recognize myself in that description. I have never been especially satisfied with what lies only on the surface. I want to know what things mean. I want to know what suffering means, what beauty means, what history means, what faith means, what it means to walk faithfully through a world so broken and yet so astonishingly alive.

I have spent my life seeking God in scripture, in ministry, in music, in stories, in strange fragments of history, in imagined worlds, in the wounds of people, in the possibility of peace, and even in my own unanswered questions. I have often felt that I live somewhere along the border between contemplation and creation, between the desire to understand the world and the desire to reimagine it.

Seven also carries sacred meaning in scripture. It is the rhythm of creation moving toward Sabbath. It is fullness, completion, holy rest. Perhaps there is a word for me in that. I have spent much of my life asking what more I should do, what more I should make, what more I should accomplish. Perhaps the question of this birthday is gentler: What within me is asking to become whole? What in my life needs not more striving, but Sabbath?

I was born on the twenty-fourth day of the month:

2 + 4 = 6.

Six is associated with love, care, responsibility, home, beauty, healing, and service. Here, too, I recognize something of my life. I have given much of myself to ministry, to caring for others, to the church, to my family, to the hope that something I say or create might encourage someone, heal something, reconcile something, or simply remind someone that they are not alone.

The number twenty-four seems especially fitting: the tenderness and relationship of two joined with the grounding and craftsmanship of four, becoming six—a number of care and beauty. Much of what I love involves bringing things together: faith and imagination, peace and play, history and story, pain and hope, scraps of wood arranged into inlay, scattered ideas gathered into poems, songs, sermons, games, or worlds.

Yet care has its shadow. I can so easily feel that I ought to be stronger than I am, more productive than I am, more helpful than I am. I can feel guilty when my body interrupts my hopes or when weariness makes me less able to give. But perhaps this number does not only remind me of my call to care for others. Perhaps it also reminds me that I am a creature worthy of care. I do not have to earn rest. I do not have to apologize for needing healing. I am not valuable only when I am producing, preaching, creating, or carrying someone else.

May, the fifth month, brings another number into my birthday: 5. And the year of my birth also reduces to five:

1 + 9 + 6 + 7 = 23; 2 + 3 = 5.

There is, then, a double current of five woven into my birthday. Five is associated with movement, change, freedom, curiosity, experience, creativity, and new possibilities. Again, I recognize myself. My mind rarely stays in one place for long. A passing historical note can become a story. A phrase can become a song. A forgotten disaster can become a gothic meditation on memory. A theological idea can become a game, a world, an image, a spoken word piece, or an invitation to peace.

This past year has been filled with creative stirring. Stories, images, reflections, PeaceGrooves, imagined kingdoms, spiritual meditations, music, ministry, and new possibilities have continued to rise within me. Sometimes I hardly know what to do with all of it. My imagination feels crowded with doors, and behind each one is another room I want to enter.

And yet five also carries a restlessness. It wants to move. It wants freedom. It wants to run down every road and follow every spark. When my body does not feel well, that restlessness becomes painful. There are days when I feel as though my spirit is already racing ahead while my flesh is standing at the roadside, trying to catch its breath.

I do not want simply to exist. I want to be well enough to live. I want strength to minister, strength to love, strength to create, strength to bring into the world at least some portion of what continues to be born within me.

The month and day of my birth together yield the number 11:

5 + 2 + 4 = 11.

Eleven is often associated with heightened sensitivity, spiritual intuition, imagination, vision, and an unusual awareness of meaning. Reduced, it becomes 2, the number of relationship, compassion, receptivity, and peacemaking.

Perhaps this is part of why I feel things as deeply as I do. Beauty can overwhelm me. Failure can wound me. A story from the past can haunt me. A work of art can awaken something in me. The suffering of the world can feel almost unbearable. I find myself unable simply to accept violence, ugliness, cruelty, or indifference as the normal order of things. Something in me continues to insist that another world is possible, that peace is not foolishness, that imagination matters, that reconciliation is not weakness, that grace is still stronger than fear.

This sensitivity has not always been easy to carry. It means I can become discouraged. It means I can long deeply to be seen, heard, understood, or affirmed. It means I sometimes experience disappointment with an intensity that others may not recognize. But it is also part of the gift I have been given. It is part of what allows me to preach, to write, to create, to listen, to notice, to care.

Perhaps I should not spend so much energy wishing I were less sensitive. Perhaps I should ask God to help me carry that sensitivity with wisdom, humility, and courage.

The numerological pattern for the year beginning with this birthday gives me the number 3:

5 + 2 + 4 + 2 + 0 + 2 + 6 = 21; 2 + 1 = 3.

Three is the number of expression, creativity, voice, imagination, communication, music, storytelling, and joy. I cannot help but smile at that. At a time when I am so aware of physical limitation, the number for the year ahead is not silence or retreat, but expression. It is voice.

Write the stories. Sing the songs. Make the images. Build the worlds. Speak of peace. Preach the goodness of God. Let the things that have long lived inside me take form.

Perhaps I do not need to wait until everything is ideal. Perhaps I do not need to wait until I feel completely strong, completely confident, completely certain that anyone will notice or understand. Perhaps creativity itself is one of the ways I bear witness to life. Perhaps every story, every song, every reflection, every act of beauty is my small refusal to let suffering or discouragement have the final word.

And then there is the number of my age itself: 59.

5 + 9 = 14; 1 + 4 = 5.

Once again, I arrive at five: movement, change, possibility, new roads.

Fifty-nine is a threshold. It is not yet sixty, though I can see sixty from here. There is a temptation at this stage of life to look backward with regret, measuring what has not happened, what recognition has not come, what dreams remain unfinished, what strength seems less certain than it once did. I know that temptation well. I have wondered whether I have done enough with what I have been given. I have feared that some of my deepest gifts might remain unheard or unseen.

But perhaps fifty-nine is not a year for mourning what has not been. Perhaps it is a year for gathering what is still alive. Perhaps it is a year for listening closely to the call that has never quite left me alone. Perhaps it is a year for opening the doors that remain before me rather than staring only at the ones that seemed to close.

When I gather these numbers together, they seem to form a kind of portrait:

7 — I am a seeker, drawn toward mystery, contemplation, and the deep questions of God and life.
6 — I am a caregiver, a pastor, a lover of beauty, home, healing, and reconciliation.
11/2 — I am sensitive to meaning, to suffering, to vision, and to the fragile possibility of peace.
5 — I am restless with creativity, longing for freedom, movement, renewal, and life.
3 — I am entering a year of voice, expression, story, music, and joy.

These numbers do not define me. God does. But perhaps they name something true about the way grace has moved through my years.

I am fifty-nine years old today. I am grateful, though I am tired. I am hopeful, though I am not entirely well. I am surrounded by unfinished ideas, unanswered questions, creative longings, ministry responsibilities, and the quiet awareness that life is precious precisely because it is not endless.

I want to be well. I want to feel strength returning to my body. I want more years with my wife, more years of ministry, more years of creating, more years of discovering the hidden beauty of this world and offering whatever beauty I can in return. I want to continue seeking the goodness of God in the land of the living.

And perhaps that is enough for this birthday: not certainty, not achievement, not proof that everything I have hoped for will come to pass, but the grace to stand at this threshold and say:

I am still here.
I am still seeking.
I am still loving.
I am still imagining.
I am still creating.
I am still hoping.
And by the mercy of God, I am still becoming.

Prayer at Fifty-Nine

God of all my years,
gather the seeker in me.
Strengthen the caregiver in me.
Steady the restless creator in me.
Heal what is weary in me.
Comfort what is afraid in me.
Awaken what is still waiting to be born.

Teach me to receive rest without guilt,
care without embarrassment,
and life itself as grace.

Let this year not be measured only
by what I accomplish,
but by how faithfully I love,
how courageously I create,
how deeply I listen,
and how fully I trust Your goodness.

Give me strength for the road ahead,
joy in the work still before me,
and peace in the knowledge
that I have never walked alone.

May I see Your goodness,
again and again,
in the land of the living.

Amen.

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Waldprojekt BALDWALD @[email protected] · 2026-05-23 · 07:48 UTC

24. Mai: Internationaler UN-Tag des Markhor (Schraubenziege) - von der UN ewrkoren (!). Die Schraubenziege ist das Nationaltier Pakistans. Ihr gefährdeter Bestand hat sich leicht erholt...

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Waldprojekt BALDWALD @[email protected] · 2026-05-23 · 07:48 UTC

24. Mai: Internationaler UN-Tag des Markhor (Schraubenziege) - von der UN ewrkoren (!). Die Schraubenziege ist das Nationaltier Pakistans. Ihr gefährdeter Bestand hat sich leicht erholt...

https://www.umwelttage.info/umwelttage-im-mai.html#0524b
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Waldprojekt BALDWALD @[email protected] · 2026-05-23 · 07:48 UTC

24. Mai: Internationaler UN-Tag des Markhor (Schraubenziege) - von der UN erkoren (!). Die Schraubenziege ist das Nationaltier Pakistans. Ihr gefährdeter Bestand hat sich leicht erholt...

https://www.umwelttage.info/umwelttage-im-mai.html#0524b
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Waldprojekt BALDWALD @[email protected] · 2026-05-23 · 07:48 UTC

24. Mai: Internationaler UN-Tag des Markhor (Schraubenziege) - von der UN erkoren (!). Die Schraubenziege ist das Nationaltier Pakistans. Ihr gefährdeter Bestand hat sich leicht erholt...

https://www.umwelttage.info/umwelttage-im-mai.html#0524b
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Waldprojekt BALDWALD @[email protected] · 2026-05-23 · 07:48 UTC

24. Mai: Internationaler UN-Tag des Markhor (Schraubenziege) - von der UN ewrkoren (!). Die Schraubenziege ist das Nationaltier Pakistans. Ihr gefährdeter Bestand hat sich leicht erholt...

https://www.umwelttage.info/umwelttage-im-mai.html#0524b
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Waldprojekt BALDWALD @[email protected] · 2026-05-23 · 07:39 UTC

24. Mai: "Europaweiter Aktionstag der Nationalparks, Biosphärenreservate und Naturparks. Der Tag geht auf den 24. Mai 1909 zurück, als in Schweden neun Nationalparke als erste Schutzgebiete dieser Art in Europa ausgewiesen wurden." Heute wird er als "Sensibilisierungsveranstaltung für Schutzgebiete in Europa" genutzt.

https://www.umwelttage.info/umwelttage-im-mai.html#0524

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Mick 🇨🇦 @[email protected] · 2026-05-18 · 22:05 UTC

Patio furniture deployed. Plants in dirt. Garage swept. Beers had. Grill hot. Birds singing.

If this isn’t nice I don’t know what is.

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Horus316 @[email protected] · 2026-05-15 · 17:37 UTC

Blinky says Happy #May24 Eh! Even dough it b on da 18th, what's 6 digits btween friends. 🤪
What 2 do in da Kincave.
#trilliums b out in da North trails.
#sunset and harbour b filling up.
Ditto 2 da 1st sentence...

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Horus316 @[email protected] · 2026-05-15 · 17:37 UTC

Blinky says Happy #May24 Eh! Even dough it b on da 18th, what's 6 digits btween friends. 🤪
What 2 do in da Kincave.
#trilliums b out in da North trails.
#sunset and harbour b filling up.
Ditto 2 da 1st sentence...

#may24 #trilliums #sunset

Spirituality & Religious Studies @spiritualityreligiousstudies.wordpress.com@spiritualityreligiousstudies.wordpress.com · 2026-03-14 · 17:10 UTC

Rex Sacrorum

In ancient Roman religion, the rex sacrorum (“king of the sacred things,” sometimes called rex sacrificulus) was a senatorial priesthood reserved for patricians. The rex sacrorum was based in the Regia.

During the Roman Republic, the rex sacrorum was chosen by the pontifex maximus (the chief high priest of the College of Pontiffs in ancient Rome) from a list of patricians (patricians were originally a group of ruling-class families in ancient Rome) submitted by the College of Pontiffs.

A further requirement was that he be born to parents married through the ritual of confarreatio. This was also the form of marriage he himself had to enter. His wife (the regina sacrorum) also performed religious duties specific to her role. Marriage was such a fundamental part of the priesthood that if the regina died, the rex had to resign. The rex sacrorum was above the pontifex maximus. Although he was more or less a powerless figurehead.

The rex sacrorum wore a toga, the undecorated soft “shoeboot” (calceus), & carried a ceremonial axe. As a priest of the archaic Roman religion, he sacrificed capite velato, with head covered.

The rex held a sacrifice on the Kalends of each month. Kalends is the 1st day of every month in the Roman Calendar. The word ‘calendar’ comes from this word. On the Nones (the Roman Calendar used by the Roman Kingdom & Roman Republic), he announced the dates of festivals for the month.

On March 24 & May 24, he held a sacrifice in the Comitium. The Comitium was the original open-air public meeting space of ancient Rome & had major religious & prophetic significance. In addition to these duties, the rex sacrorum seems to have functioned as the high priest of Janus.

In Rome, the priesthood was deliberately depoliticized. The rex sacrorum wasn’t elected. His inauguration was merely witnessed by a comitia calata, an assembly called for the purpose. The rex was barred from a political & military command. After the overthrow of the Roman kings, the office of rex sacrorum fulfilled at least some of the sacral duties of kingship, with the consuls assuming political power & military command, as well as some sacral functions.

As the wife of the rex sacrorum, the regina sacrorum (“queen of the sacred things”) was a high priestess who carried out ritual duties only she could perform. On the Kalends of every month, the regina presided at the sacrifice of a sow (porca) or female lamb (agna) to Juno. The reginas were equal to their male partners. These 2 priesthood were gender-balanced & had shared duties.

While performing her rituals, the regina wore a headdress called the arculum, formed from a garland of pomegranate twigs tied up with a white woolen thread. The rex & regina sacrorum were required to marry by the ritual of confarreatio, originally reserved for patricians. But after the Lex Canuleia of 445 BC, it’s possible that the regina could’ve been plebeian. Plebeians/plebs were the general body of the free Roman citizens who weren’t patricians.

The office of Rex Sacrorum wasn’t a highly coveted position among the patricians. Although the rex sacrorum was technically superior to the pontiffs, the rank conferred no real political gain. Because of this, there would be some years without a rex sacrorum at all.

By the time of Antony’s civil war, the office was entirely in disuse. But seems to have been revived later by Augustus, as there was mention of it during the empire until it was probably abolished by Theodosius I.

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