A few weeks ago, I got a text telling me that the house I grew up in was burning and that the firemen were still at the scene. Even though we had sold the house twenty-one years ago, we still thought of it as “mom’s house,” and probably always would. Initial newspaper reports called it a chi…

I know, I know, I’m not yet 40, but there have been many subtle signs that time has continued to march on and on in its endless progression to the future. Recently, Joy and I shared a moment that confirmed that we are, indeed, getting old.

Suggested Scriptures: 2 Corinthians 5:17, Isaiah 29:13.