I've never seen so many young people who have built nothing, raised no children, carried no one through sickness and to the grave, or endured the tests of time, life's fires and devastation, yet dole out so-called wisdom like pitchers of Kool-Aid.
My grandparents were wise. The old man and woman sitting on their porch, rocking on a summer's eve after 60-plus years of marriage, had wisdom. The solemn church mothers with their gray hair and whiskers and strong but wearied hands were wise.
Wisdom is tested and tried in the fires of endurance, faith and truth. Wisdom is more than a positive saying, or a social media post, or a self-affirmation.
Wisdom isn't haughty or puffed up. It's not defiant or angry. Is not attitudinal. Or pushy. Does not need Instagram or Facebook certification.
Wisdom settles over the soul like a warm blanket or a grandmother's loving voice. It does not shout. It whispers.
Wisdom is birthed through aging, through trial, and error and failures and successes, and the extracting of deep-seated truths unearthed in experience over the process of life in longevity.
I see so much "wisdom" these days. Except I have the wisdom to know the difference between fine wine and Kool-Aid.
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The Lord Will Provde reading III
The Lord Will Provide... Pastor Copeland
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