“How should Christians view retirement?”
There is a little bar on a major street near where I used to live. It’s owned by a Greek fellow who makes what I think is the best (and by far the cheapest) souvlaki dinner in the neighborhood. I have eaten there enough times to lose count. From about 3:30 p.m. onward, up to a dozen retired white men occupy most of its barstools, some of whom I became friendly with over the years. A trip to the bar gets them out of the house and gives their wives a break. They drain their pints with care, milking out of them as much socialization and conversation as possible for their dollar, then head home in time for dinner.
Most don’t wobble when they leave, but two of them passed away in the last twelve months.