Gray-haired Splendor

Gray-Haired Splendor

Gray hair [is] the splendor of the old.

— Proverbs 20:29

Ernest Barkaway, a ninety-year-old Englishman, looked bright, sprightly, and dapper in his woolen vest and British tam. He told me that when one of his kidneys was removed, he received a blood transfusion: “I watched the drops trickle through the tube, and I thought of all the people — male and female, English and foreign, black and white — who had given freely of their life blood for my need.” After a pause he wistfully added, “How much more Jesus gave freely of his life blood for my deepest need!” I could tell he had garnered much godly wisdom in his ninety years. He proved it with a poem he gave me. . .

They say that I am growing old; I’ve heard them say times untold,
In language plain and bold — but I am not growing old.
This frail old shell in which I dwell is growing old, I know full well!
But I am not the shell.
What if my hair is turning gray; gray hairs are honorable they say.
What if my eyesight’s growing dim; I still can see to follow Him Who sacrificed His life for me — upon the Cross at Calvary!

Why should I care if time’s old plough has left its furrows on my brow?
Another house, not made with hands awaits me in the Glory Land.
What though I falter in my walk and though my tongue refuse to talk?
I still can tread the narrow way; I still can watch and praise and pray!
The robe of flesh I’ll drop and rise to seize the everlasting prize.
I’ll meet you on the streets of gold and prove I am NOT growing old.

As I wrote the above, I learned Ernest Barkaway went home to be with Jesus. Write a note of encouragement or call an elderly friend today. Share Mr. Barkaway’s poem.

Father, reveal to me ways I can ascribe dignity and show respect to the elderly people in my life. May I never take lightly their struggles and trials.