Proverbs 20.29 says, the glory of young men is their strength, and the beauty of old men is the gray head. The old saying is, you don't know what you've got till it's gone. And I can speak from experience that as a young man, I did not fully appreciate the strength and good health I enjoyed until it was gone. Not completely gone, but I don't think people who didn't know me as a young man really believed me when I described the shape I was in. In my teen years, I was never the strongest kid on my team or in my class, but I was right up there with some of the strongest and I was only 5'7 inches tall. I wrestled the best, including upperclassmen, while I was only a freshman and sophomore and didn't beat them all, but I never lost. They couldn't pin me. When I met my wife, I was 35 years old, and by then I was still running two or three miles a day, well, three days a week at least. I worked out, I weighed in at about 205 pounds, mostly muscle. Oh, how things have changed. Now I'm over 55 and heading for my 60s. If I let my shaved head grow out, there'd be, wouldn't be a whole lot of hair up here, but all around would be gray matching my beard and a lot of white. The beauty of old men is the gray head. If that's true, and I believe that's what the book says, then I'm getting more beautiful every day. But I really do see the reality of this proverb when I look at my parents and grandparents and others who aged before my eyes over the decades. I remember as a young man watching my grandpa Miller and grandpa Jordan working in their garden. They'd come home from working the steel mill and the railroad yards. They were strong men right in through their 50s. And then I watched them go gray into retirement, having earned the love and respect of their families. The same is true about my grandmothers. They both canned and jarred, cooked, cleaned, and cared for children and grandchildren. And in my memory, I can remember when they went gray. Both spent time and money trying to hide it for a while, but into their 60s, 70s, and 80s, and one of them into her late 90s. My grandma Doris passed away at 97. I'm blessed with such sweet memories and the beauty of those four gray heads. Then my parents, my dad's health failed in a matter of a couple of years, it seemed like. In his final years, he buzzed his hair almost down to the skin and kept a white beard or goatee until he went to be with the Lord this past year of 2024. And my mother is still with us, gray and beautiful. I hope you have similar memories. And while none of us are in a hurry to go gray and old, may we be content to follow such examples of aging with grace and beauty. And may the young in their strength appreciate the old with their gray. As Matthew Henry comments about us older folks, they are grave and fit for counsel. And though they have not the strength that young men have, yet they have more wisdom and experience. That's how it ought to be. But this is only actually true of the Bible-believing mature old saints. We don't have a choice in the matter. We all get old. But we should desire to not only age, but mature in wisdom. That is the beauty of those gray heads. In the words of Titus 2-2, that the aged men be sober, grave, temperate, sound in faith, in charity, in patience. No matter what your age, it's a fact, you are aging. And with God's help, you can age in such a way that when you're old and gray, you're not just old, but also wise. I've known some old gray-headed men who just were foolish as could be, but you don't have to be that way. You can follow the Word of God, and in that wisdom, you will not desire glory of men, but will desire the glory of God.