I think that I have been allowed to go into old age that I might be able to sympathize with and appreciate weakness, and to do the same with helplessness.
When I was young and strong and competent I had little sympathy in me, but the good Lord did not want that kind of person in heaven. The rewards of this life go to those who have suffered and given.
That is what’s difficult and hard to put up with. Heaven is a prize, and that means it has to be won, right? No, it’s already been won by Jesus, and we attain it through love.
But what love is there in my disdaining view of weakness and helplessness? That is why I still have to learn to sympathize and appreciate. After all, I want all kinds of friends in eternity.
Civilization 