I Want to Be an Old Man Some Day
I want to be an old man some day. My wife’s friends called me “old man Sam” when we started dating, but it doesn’t count. I am older than her, but not that much older. At 30, however, I think I’m more in the younger category than older. So one day I want to be an old man. One with lots of stories.
I look up to the older guys in my church. We young guys need to. There are a few things that I pray don’t disappear with the older generation. There are amazing stories to be told. And stuff to learn—good stuff that will hang with you. While I believe many men in the church desire to be godly leaders, there are some things that the older generation just does well. Here are some examples.
Hats. I love it that some of the older dudes in my church wear hats. It’s classy. Without a hat, you can’t tip a courtesy to a lady. And throwing a shoe just doesn’t work for celebration. More young men should wear hats (not grungy ball caps—it’s not the same thing). Next time I’m shopping with Erin, I’m going to try one on.
Letters. No one writes letters anymore. But I do get handwritten notes from the Builder generation. Young men should write letters—genuine, thoughtful letters—by hand.
Suits. Most older men dress classier. As many of you know, I’m not big on ties. But what happened to the suit? What happened to crisp shirts and sharp dress? Younger men should trade in their board shorts and t-shirts for suits (or at least a nice shirt, pants, and a jacket).
John Wayne. No male actor today even comes close. The older generation had real men who acted, not actors who pretend to be real men. We need more movies like John Wayne’s movies.
Chivalry. I don’t even know if my generation can spell the word. I’m praying God works a miracle for my daughter, preserving chivalry long enough for her to find a man who still believes in it. Young men, please talk to some of the older guys in your church about chivalry. You will learn a lot.
Manhood. There once was a clear distinction of what it meant to be a man. The boys were boys. The men were men. A rite of passage was required to move from boyhood to manhood. Now no one wants to grow up. No offense ladies, but this lack of distinction has feminized the church. We can learn from the older guys. They know what it means to be a man.
So I’m aiming to be an old man. Hat tips. Letters. Class. Chivalry. Younger men, you bring a lot to the table (and I know many of you agree with what I am saying), but there is so much to learn from the older guys. Older men, please don’t let your stories die with you. Tell them. Tell them well. Tell them to the next generation. We could use your wisdom. And your hats.