Honor the Surviving Saints Among Us
There's something sacred about the elderly.
The older they are, the more my heart is drawn to them. Weathered hands. Slower steps. Eyes that have seen too much-but still manage to shine. There's a wisdom in them that can't be bought or taught, only earned through fire and time.
These are the ones who've survived heartbreak and hard labor, war and worry, joy and sorrow. They've been tattered and torn by this world and still rise each day. Some don't get the luxury of rest. They keep working through aching bones and tired hearts. And somehow, despite the pain...they smile. They show up. They offer stories, insight, and unshakable resilience.
And what do we do?
We overlook them. We hush them. We rush them. We stuff their wisdom into a corner and call it "outdated".
But I believe we've got it backwards. The most Christ-like thing we can do is give our elders our time and attention. Not just out of duty-but out of love. They deserve inclusion, not isolation. Respect, not ridicule. A seat at the table, not a room down the hall.
Yes, some are stubborn. But weren't we all once? Weren't we shaped by the times we were raised in? Maybe they don't say it the way we want to hear it-but they still have truth in their voice. What would it look like if we met them where they are, instead of expecting them to catch up to where we are?
After all, isn't that exactly what Jesus did?
He didn't avoid the ones who were hard to love. He touched the untouchable. Sat with the outcasts. Broke bread with the forgotten. He saw the ones everyone else walked past.
Are we not called to live like Him?
The focus shouldn't just be on avoiding sin-it should be on embodying His love. His kindness. His mercy. His embrace of those the world tossed aside.
So today. I just want to say this:
If you're older, you are not invisible.
You are not forgotten.
You are seen.
You are valued.
You are worthy of honor.
And I'm listening.




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