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Q: What Does the Bible Say About Growing Old?

In a culture that worships youth, the Bible honors age. Gray hair is a crown. The elderly still bear fruit.

Psalm 92 — The Sabbath song that redefines what it means to peak

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Key Takeaways

The righteous don't peak — like palm trees and cedars, they keep bearing fruit in old age because they're planted in the right place.

This is a Sabbath song — written for the one day you stop proving yourself long enough to actually see what's true beneath the surface.
The wicked sprout like grass: fast growth, no roots, gone by next season. The psalmist doesn't deny their success — he just sees further than they do.
True gratitude isn't a one-time burst — it's a daily rhythm of declaring God's love each morning and his faithfulness each night.
The strength the psalmist celebrates isn't something he built through strategy or hustle — it's something he received, and that changes everything.

📢 Chapter 92 — Still Growing, Still Green 🌴

This was written for the — the one day each week when everything stopped. No productivity. No proving yourself. Just space to breathe, look around, and remember what's actually true. And when the psalmist finally took that breath, what came out wasn't a request or a complaint. It was gratitude. Deep, musical, unhurried gratitude.

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What follows is a song about vision — what you can see when you slow down long enough to let your eyes adjust. The psalmist looks at God's character, at the temporary wins of people who ignore him, and at the long fruitful lives of those who stay planted. It's a psalm about the long game. And it ends with an image that's stayed with people for three thousand years.

What Gratitude Actually Sounds Like 🎶

The doesn't open with a request. It opens with a declaration — the psalmist naming what a life oriented toward God actually sounds like:

"It is good to give thanks to you, Lord, to sing praise to your name, Most High — to wake up talking about your love every morning and fall asleep remembering your faithfulness every night, with music filling the space between.

You, Lord, have made me genuinely glad by what you've done. When I see the work of your hands, I can't help but sing.

How incredible are your works, Lord! Your thoughts run deeper than anyone can trace."

Notice the rhythm. in the morning. at night. This isn't a burst of weekend — it's a daily cadence that bookends every single day. Morning: your is still here. Night: you were faithful again. Think about what most of us reach for first thing in the morning — the phone, the notifications, the mental checklist of everything that needs fixing. The psalmist reached for something else entirely. And the result wasn't religious duty. It was gladness. Real, musical, involuntary .

When was the last time something God did made you genuinely glad? Not abstractly grateful. Actually glad.

What Fools Miss 🌱

Here's where the shifts. The psalmist has been looking at God's works with awe — and now turns to the people who can't see any of it:

"Someone living on the surface will never see this. A fool simply cannot understand — that even though the wicked shoot up like grass and everyone doing wrong seems to be thriving, they are headed for destruction. Permanently.

But you, Lord — you are exalted forever.

Look at your enemies, Lord. Look — your enemies will perish. Every person doing evil will be scattered like dust."

The psalmist doesn't flinch here. He names something every honest person has noticed: the wicked flourish. They do. Scroll any feed for five minutes and you'll see people thriving who have zero interest in God — cutting corners, building empires on dishonesty, collecting influence like trophies. And it's working. The psalmist doesn't deny that. He just sees further than they do. Grass grows fast. Grass also dies fast. The person who can't see past the current season — who mistakes "sprouting" for "succeeding" — is the one this psalm calls foolish. Not because they lack intelligence. Because they're measuring with the wrong timeline.

Strength You Didn't Build 💪

After looking at the temporary rise of the wicked, the psalmist turned personal. And the contrast is striking:

"But you have lifted me up with the strength of a wild ox. You have poured fresh oil over me.

My own eyes have watched my enemies fall. My own ears have heard the end of those who came after me."

A raised horn in ancient writing meant strength and dignity — picture a wild ox with its head high, unafraid of anything on the horizon. And fresh oil was a sign of renewal, blessing, being set apart for something. The psalmist isn't bragging here. He's marveling. This strength didn't come from networking or strategy or grinding harder than everyone else. It came from God. The vindication was real — enemies fell, threats dissolved — but the psalmist knows exactly where the credit belongs.

There's a in that. When your strength is something you received rather than something you manufactured, you don't have to panic when things get hard. The source hasn't changed.

Planted Deep, Growing Still 🌴

And here's where the psalmist lands — with the image the whole song has been building toward:

"The righteous flourish like a palm tree and grow tall like a cedar in Lebanon.

They are planted in the house of the Lord, thriving in the courts of our God.

They still bear fruit when they're old. They stay full of life and green —

living proof that the Lord is true, that he is my rock, and there is nothing wrong in him."

Remember what the psalmist said about the wicked a few verses back? They sprout like grass. Fast growth, no roots, gone by next season. Now look at this. The are palm trees and cedars. A palm tree bends in every storm and doesn't break. A cedar in grows massive, solid, and lives for centuries. These aren't overnight success stories. These are slow, deep, rooted lives.

And then that line — "they still bear fruit when they're old." In a culture that tells you your best years are behind you at forty, that relevance has an expiration date, that you'd better make your mark while you're young and energized — the psalmist says the opposite. The most fruitful season might not be your platform years. It might be decades in. Still producing. Still green. Still alive with purpose. Not because they found the right strategy, but because they were planted in the right place — in the house of the Lord, in the courts of God. Stay planted. Stay rooted. The fruit will come, and it won't stop just because the calendar says it should.