Mount St. Vincent, a nursing home in Seattle, Washington is experimenting with a new idea: sharing their day with a preschool. A filmmaker, Evan Briggs, captured on film the sweet interactions and obvious benefits to having young and old share life together.
This film ripped my heart open. Not because of the tenderness or beauty of it, but because we finally recognize the power, healing and growth for all humans when they interact together, in life, yet because of our unnatural social choices, our sacrifice of the sacred, our disdain for both the old and the young, we have to manufacture an environment that should be naturally-occurring in every community.
Since a woman’s childbearing years last until around her mid-forties, nature tells us that families are supposed to be raising babies until around then. That’s right about the time a mother will likely become a grandmother. Those years literally overlap, when we let them, and I don’t think it was an accident that babies naturally occur in every stage of life.
Babies and toddlers were meant to be a constant, integral part of our lives because they bring life and vitality, and help us see as Jesus wanted us to see (“unless you become as a little children…”).
Beyond that, nursing homes have robbed the elderly from real homes where children and grandchildren should abound, where experiments like the above one don’t have to be fabricated. It’s God’s natural way of keeping our lives full of joy and wonder and importance.
Statistics mentioned in the film said:
“43% of older adults experience social isolation, which is closely correlated with loneliness and depression, as well as mental and physical decline.”
“The number of adults 65 years and older is expected to double within the next 25 years.”
What will happen to an ever-increasing aging population if they are removed from homes and the joy of life through the eyes of children?
And what will happen to children, and us, when we aren’t allowed to glean from the aged, honor them for their sacrifices, and care for them in their weakness, which makes us stronger and better?
We lose so much when we live for today, making choices that have detrimental effects on our tomorrows.
Life is precious, at every age. Let us celebrate every life!










“I considered myself an atheist, having rejected my Catholic childhood and what I perceived to be the superstitions and illogic of the historic Christian faith. I found Christians to be difficult, sour, fearful, and intellectually unengaged people. In addition, since the age of twenty-eight, I had lived in monogamous lesbian relationships and politically supported