The expression that someone is a “TEN” has evolved in our culture as a means of describing someone of great beauty and outward appearance. I’ve known so many folks, men and women, who are/were “tens” who are desperately trying to hang on to that wonderful appearance with which God blessed them.
Don’t get me wrong staying healthy and fit through exercise and a good diet lead to a more enjoyable existence; however, the Bible points out that pretty much everything we do should be done in moderation. Entire industries have been built that serve our culture by trying to keep us young and beautiful looking as technology will allow. Billions are spent on it, but it is a losing proposition. It reminds me of gamblers filling casinos. Just look around at the opulence of those grand buildings. They were built by people losing money not winning because it is a known fact that the “house” always wins. The “house” in life is time.
Speaking of casinos, I was shopping in Caesar’s palace quite a few years back and was told I had to leave the store due to a VIP who would soon arrive to purchase some things out of that store. I looked at the sales guy and asked, “What am I chopped liver? I’m here to buy too”. He apologized but said it was Michael Jackson and he could assure me I wouldn’t be buying like him. Just then he came in. Seeing him in person was almost nauseating. He was a tiny little guy; his face was so distorted from radical surgeries he looked truly bizarre. His skin was a sickly brownish white from treatments and overall, he looked like a freak. Having seen him performing on TV specials he looked far better before the surgeries than after. He did buy an enormous amount of merchandise from that store, but I will always remember how lonely and miserable he looked. He was walking fast down the aisles pointing out his purchases and it was mind-boggling.
His life was short, and time didn’t take away his good looks, he did that to himself. Some hang on longer than others, but if we live long enough eventually time wins all bets. Time makes a perfect “TEN” descend to a 9 and then an 8, 7, 6, 5, 4 . . . Pretty soon we look in the mirror and our face is wrinkled as is the skin on other parts of our bodies. I read somewhere that the rock and roll band the Rolling Stones are aging gracefully. This person said: “And that’s what I love about Keith Richards. That’s what I love about the Rolling Stones. They are aging gracefully. They are falling apart at the seams right before our eyes, and they are doing it gracefully. And that’s the most beautiful thing that we can do”.Hmmm . . . They are in their 80s and yet young women in their 20’s still idolized them; it just goes to show that good looks aren’t all they are cracked up to be.
Personally, I say inner beauty is far more desirable than outward appearance. To me inner beauty is not looking for some young gal in her 20’s to seduce by carving up my face, taking steroids and blowing up my biceps, dying my hair with Just for Men, or trying to eradicate wrinkles under the knife to look a few years younger. I am perfectly content with my wrinkles; they are an indication that I smile and laugh often.
Inner peace to me means I love my God, my wife, family, and my many friends. I find life to be interesting and fun and I suppose that is all I could ask for in this world. I am glad we grow older and not younger. No, I don’t look young anymore, nor am I as strong, and I certainly don’t have stamina like I once did, but I’m much more mature and wiser and I love– I have already lived a full life and am so looking forward to heaven, but don’t get me wrong I love God in this lifetime too and am not trying to avoid enjoying the moment until He gives me the nod.
“I will be your God throughout your lifetime — until your hair is white with age. I made you, and I will care for you. I will carry you along and save you.”