I deposited my payment for my electricity bill at the bank and the teller said, “Thanks, honey.”
My thought was, “Why did she call me honey?” I’m certainly old enough to be her grandfather and the years haven’t been kind to my physical appearance. Then I realized that’s what they call you when you’re old and decrepit. If I were an Eskimo living 300 years ago, I’d be put on a cake of ice and pushed out to sea.
How should the elderly be treated? Glad you asked.
Gray hair is a crown of glory; it is gained in a righteous life.
Now Elihu had waited to speak to Job because they were older than he.
Do not rebuke an older man but encourage him as you would a father, younger men as brothers,
Give it some thought.
Gary