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In my foolishness as a young man I sought the eternal wisdom from those with white hair.  I knew they had lived long enough to pass on something of value.  But I found no one.  I was sure there was a truth to be known.  And I guess it was the movies and stories about “wise men” that echoed in my head. 

Where was that wise man?  I remember being disappointed as I encountered one after another and found nothing.  I watched them drink till they were drunk.  I heard them cuss more than I did.  I heard thousands of dirty jokes from their lips.  I heard them hate others with a love for hatred.  I heard them speak of money and social standing as if they were more precious than life itself.  But I knew all this was a lie.  Where was the wise man?  Perhaps he was on a mountain in some remote village.  But he was not near enough to me to listen to what was true.  So I went about my business of living with a certain abandon and a deep sense of loss that there was no one to speak of those wise truths.

It’s my turn now.  My hair is becoming white with age.  And the wrinkles on my face speak of years spent.  Someone is watching.  And deep inside, that someone is desiring to hear the wisdom of age.  Am I able to deliver what they seek?  Am I willing to deliver what is true and lasting?  Ponderous thoughts to think.  Such a beautiful responsibility. 

Father, wisdom comes from You.  The knowledge of eternity is hidden in Your Holy Spirit.  I ask You to cause me to be and become a blessing for those who seek what is true.  By the Holy Name of Jesus, I ask your mercy.  Amen.

By His Grace.