It’s been said not to judge a book by it’s cover. Well, I’m widening that analogy to include not judging people by their hair color.

Yes, it’s true. Our society [especially my generation] are ageist. We like new, shiny, lifted and tight faces, cars, and homes. As much as I believe we are to honor and esteem the generation before, I was slapped with the reality that each of us possess prejudice in our heart.

Last week at 5:24am I rolled into the gym for their newly scheduled CORE, CARDIO & MORE! class offered for the masochistic people who work out at 5:30am. There was a smattering of folks from all walks of life; young, old, male, female. There was step bench involved so I realized that this class could flashback to the 80s and end up being a Richard Simmons disaster at any given moment. It all depended on the instructor.

In walks a short lady wearing an over sized t-shirt and blue spandex shorts. She tossed her hair and proudly announced her hair was newly frosted. [Note: No one under 40 says frosted to describe highlights. No one.] It wasn’t until she turned on the microphone and put on music that I sighed because the reality of a 55 year-old lady teaching a cardio class is like Jillian Michaels teaching a course on caring compassion. Or so I thought.

Sixty minutes later I sat on my step bench gasping for air. The spandex-donning, frosted hair Queen was as perky as ever when she bowed [yes, bowed] after class. I was shocked—the old lady knew her stuff and whooped all our derrieres

In a time when pastors are being dismissed or put out to pasture because of age, methodology, or wrinkles, I find it inspiring to know there is a generation who go before us whose hands are leathered from lifting, skin bronzed from working, and knees calloused from praying. While young bucks with v-neck shirts, mustaches, and forearm tattoos talk about their ministry that is new, shiny, high and tight, there is a generation before them that have laid a foundation of blood, sweat, and hours of preaching, praying, and paying their dues.

Before we roll our eyes at the old folks, may we honor, esteem, value, and affirm their ability to still kick our butts. And then we’ll clap as they bow [yes, bow] before their Maker having fought the fight and run their race.

Appreciate, don’t denigrate those with a crown of frosted hair. As Solomon said, grey hair is a crown of splendor [Proverbs 16:32].

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