In Grand Essentials, Ben Patterson writes: "I have a theory about old age...I believe that when life has whittled us down, when joints have failed and skin has wrinkled...what is left of us will be what we were all along, in our essence.
"Exhibit A is a distant uncle...All his life he did nothing but find new ways to get rich...He spent his senescence very comfortably, drooling and babbling constantly about the money he had made...When life whittled him down to his essence, all there was left was raw greed."
"Exhibit B is my wife's grandmother...The best example I can think of was when we asked her to pray before dinner. She would reach out and hold the hands of those sitting beside her, a broad, beatific smile would spread across her face, her dim eyes would fill with tears as she looked up to heaven, and her chin would quaver as she poured out her love to Jesus. That was Edna in a nutshell. She loved Jesus and she loved people. She couldn't remember our names, but she couldn't keep her hands from patting us lovingly whenever we got near her. When life whittled her down to her essence, all there was left was love: love for God and love for people."
The memory of the righteous will be a blessing but the name of the wicked will rot.