A good friend of mine has a father who is sinking into dementia. As his mind slips away, so are his “brakes.” The graceful restraints of social morays concerning foul language, anger, and human interaction are gone. He’s a handful, battling nurses, cussing out family members, and berating visitors. His final days are stress on everyone around him.
It makes me wonder, what will I be like when I’m old?
Frustration, Fear, Loneliness
I saw my father angry one time in his life – yes, just once. He was irritated with the cannula hanging from his nostrils and his hand became entangled in the tubing in a fishing line-like mess. I reached over to help and he pulled away in frustration. “Damn thing,” he grumbled.
He was angry because he was helpless, his body broken but his mind still functioning. And it works the other way too, as the body is intact but the mind drifts. I’m 52, and the decline in function of both body and mind is frustrating – even frightening.
The elderly are often filled with anxiety. The pages of the calendar remind them that the days are marching forward. Their friends are dying or losing contact, one by one. Their family members are involved in their own lives. No one wants to be alone. And they are scared.
But the truth is that older people are generally the happiest. An article in Psychology Today says that people over 60 were the happiest age group, with happiness starting to rise after age 50. In fact, another survey reported people in their 70s being as happy and mentally healthy as 20-year-olds.
Choose Your Rut Carefully
Dr. Mary A. Languirand, PhD is a clinical psychologist who wrote, ““An irritable person may become cantankerous, an impatient person demanding and impossible to please. Age and illness can intensify longstanding personality traits in some unpleasant ways. Unfortunately, the person taking care of the elderly parents is oftent the target of this bad behavior.”
There’s an anecdotal story told by Ray Stedman about the Al-Can highway that ran through northern British Columbia and the Yukon to Alaska. Well into the 1960s it was all gravel, and a challenge only a bold driver with a tough truck would want to face. While crossing the final border into Alaska, and a sign read, “Choose your rut carefully—you’ll be in it for the next 200 miles.”
What’s my path?
So this goes to my question? Are elderly Christians happier because they have an entire lifetime of choosing better paths? Do decades of positive thinking, prayerful living, and good words pay off when you are old?
Or does mental illness, dementia and other mind and body robbing illness actually operate independently of the spirit? Can I be a grumpy old man?
I want to be gentle grandfather who smiles. I want to give words of praise and to be generous with whatever good deeds I have left. I want to reflect God’s glory, right up to the end.
I propose that elderly Christians should tilt the happiness scales even farther. And if we begin preparing our minds and hearts right now, we’ll stay cheerful even as our bodies age. We need to remember these truths.
1. Our bodies are temporal. We are promised new bodies in a new heaven. “The old will pass away.” The pains of today are not forever.
2. Our fears are unfounded. The fears that many older people have about death and dying are lessened. As Christians, we are told to not fear death, even embracing it. “We are confident,I say, and willing rather to be absent from the body, and to be present with the Lord.”
3. Our future is set. Some elderly are faced with uncertain days. Nursing homes, loss of friends and family, and catastrophic medical and financial conditions. But Christians who age are admonished to not be concerned. “ do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes?”
Every choice I make today takes me deeper into the dark future of despair, fear and insecurity…or into the bright and glorious of a life in the light.
I’m choosing my rut carefully. I’ll be in it a long time.
Enjoy this! I hope I’m happy and old…