IT’S SHOCKING to see pictures of friends I haven’t seen in decades.
Facebook does that to me from time to time.
I go to the Facebook site of someone I knew way back when. I see a young man I recognize from my youth. And he’s standing beside some old geezer. Sorry. I know that’s offensive. But the guy looks like he belongs in the Old Testament, before the Flood.
I look closer at the young man and realize this couldn’t possibly be my friend anymore. So I look closer at the geezer.
Oh my goodness. That’s my school buddy. Look what time and gravity did to him.
Then comes the next thought. It’s a question.
Do I look that old?
Sad to say, first thing out of bed each morning, I do.
Worse, more and more as time goes on and on I look that way longer and longer into the day.
“Beauty does not last” (Proverbs 31:30, New Living Translation).
It’s in the Bible. It’s on my face.
What to do?
I guess there’s surgery. But some surgically altered faces I’ve seen leave people with the permanent expression you’d expect from someone who just sat down on a toilet seat only to realize that someone left the seat up.
Maybe the ancients had a better prescription for aging:
“Be beautiful in your heart by being gentle and quiet. This kind of beauty will last, and God considers it very special” (1 Peter 3:4, Contemporary English Version).
I might add this: “When perusing Facebook for friends from days gone by, brace yourself.”