Author | Vagabond Preacher | Lover of the Poor | Grandpa
“Our days may come to seventy years, or eighty, if our strength endures.” (Psalm 90:10) I was in a restaurant with a few of my much younger friends when the five-year old boy sitting next to me in the booth reached up, took a pinch of my sagging neck skin, and said, “Why are you …
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I used to make fun of old people, who, when they got together, all they talked about were their aches, pains, and latest medical procedures. Now I are one of them! And so are my old friends. We sit around and compare medications and their milligrams as a conversation piece like it it’s a hobby. …
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