No generation gap here, but a light-hearted contrast between how the very young face an issue in life with wide-eyed innocence and how half a century later they see things from a different perspective:
What kids, ages 5 to 10, have written about angels:
I only know the names of two angels, Hark and Harold
It's not easy to become an angel. First, you die. Then you go to Heaven, and then there's still the flight training to go through. And then you got to agree to wear those angel clothes.
My guardian angel helps me with math, but he's not much good for science.
Angels don't eat, but they drink milk from Holy Cows!
When an angel gets mad, he takes a deep breath and counts to 10. And when he lets out his breath again, somewhere there's a tornado.
Angels live in cloud houses made by God and his son, who's a very good carpenter.
Some of the angels are in charge of helping heal sick animals and pets. And if they don't make the animals get better, they help the child get over it.
What I don't get about angels is why, when someone is in love, they shoot arrows at them!
If you don't see any angels on the clouds while you're flying somewhere, it's because they're asleep or off to choir practice.
After 60, people, relying on their experiences over the years, begin to think more factually:
Wrinkles don't hurt.
Families are like fudge -mostly sweet, but with a few nuts.
Today's mighty oak is just yesterday's nut that held its ground.
Middle age is when you choose your cereal for the fiber, not the toy.
And they discover great truths about the aging process:
Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional.
Forget about health food; I need all the preservatives I can get.
When you fall down, you wonder what else you can do while you're down there.
You're getting old when you get the same sensation from a rocking chair that you once got from a roller coaster.
It's frustrating when you know all the answers but nobody bothers to ask you the questions.
Time may be a great healer, but it's a lousy beautician.
Life, a grown adult learns, comes in four stages. For example: First, you believe in Santa Claus. Then you don't believe in Santa Claus. Then you become Santa Claus. And, finally, you look like Santa Claus.
And then there are the changes in priority as you pass through life. After all the bumps and grinds, and the happy moments in love and material pleasures, you begin to wonder if there isn't something more. Your mind turns to the larger issues; you question, for example, what might happen if you treated your Bible as you treat your cell phone:
What if you carried it around in your purse or pocket all the time?
What if you flipped through it several times a day?
What if you turned back to go and get it if you forgot it?
What if you used it to receive messages from the text?
What if you treated it as if you couldn't live without it?
What if you gave it to kids as gifts?
What if you used it when you traveled?
What if you used it in cases of emergency?
Note: Speaking of age, that modest square of sandstone to the right of the Hancock bridge exit, Temple Jacob, will be celebrating its 100th anniversary on Aug. 10 - a rare historical experience to look forward to.
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