Fearless Faith

The beauty of old

 


What disservice we place at the feet of others when we lament the passage of time and its dilatory effects on us. Our lack of understanding allows ageism — the disparate treatment or prejudice against people of particular age groups — to flourish. It’s not all ill-intended, but it can become habit-forming without us thinking about it much. Sometimes it manifests itself through our speech and at other times through our actions.

Baby talking to older adults without other health factors present is unfortunate. Condescension can be found in the tone of our conversations. One professional provider provider often refers to their oldest clients as ‘young lady’ or ‘young man.’ Here’s a suggestion. Just have an adult conversation for a change. You might be surprised what insights could result. Surprisingly, that fits for the youngest as well. Talk to kids as if their voice matters. They can have amazing adult moments, given the opportunity.

The beauty of old is also apparent in what we wear; that heavy leather jacket that never seems to wear out, a pair of boots that have become burnished over time, or that hat and gloves you can’t do without. At some point most of us realize the consumer torment inflicted upon us by marketers, but are hopefully wise enough to discern the true value of who we are, not who we’re told that we should be. Each person’s value runs deep and deserves to be recognized.

We have gotten away from inquiring about the stories that contribute to who we are. There seldom seems to be enough time. What treasures we pass up when we don’t ask and don’t listen to what our oldest generations have to offer! The stories don’t have to be perfect, or grand, or even precise. They simply need to be authentic. Why does it seem we have such a hard time with that?

Cleaning out a shed recently resulted in the uncovering of an old saddle. While not the most ornate or imaginative tooled work, its promise shone through, complete with decorative medallion accents that were begging for a polishing rag and a little elbow grease. Leather conditioner was also high on the list. For years the saddle sat idle. Is now its time to awaken? Are we willing to put in the work and care that it takes to bring someone or something alive once more?

Resurrection occurs daily in many ways, a foretaste of the divine grace that waits. If we focus on the beauty of old as much as we do the beauty of young, what marvelous revelations will greet us? An old adage suggests it is easier to get older than it is to get wiser. Either way you look at it, we still have some great support.

“Even to your old age I am he, even when your hair is gray I will carry you; I have done this, and I will lift you up, and I will carry you to safety (Isaiah 46:4 NABRE).”

 

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