They have let their poverty, grief, and hunger drive them to the Lord of eternity. In time, our work and our opinions are sought less and less. Our bodies become increasingly worse for the wear. Gradually they succumb to inevitable obsolescence. Joints stiffen and ache.
Eyes grow dim.
Sleep becomes difficult. Prob lems loom larger and larger while options narrow. Yet, if death is not the end but the threshold of a new day, then the curse of old age is also a blessing. Each new pain makes this world less inviting and the next life more appealing. The most famous sufferer of all time was a man named Job.