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I once heard an old guy quip, “I hardly sin any more; I don’t have the energy for it.” Now that I’m his age, I say to the old guy, “Honey, I find that aging is like having someone pour Miracle Grow on my sin.”

Over the years, our precious Father has patiently shown me the joy of saying “yes” to him. I am sorry to confess that more often than I care to admit, my yeses often came after a long, resistant, stubborn wrestling match with the Spirit.

Many years ago when I was involved in a home Bible study, one of the attendees had a past that I had only ever encountered on the written page. She appeared to be a “tough customer,” caustic and hostile.

Because I was in high school during the 60s, I heard true freedom came from throwing off the shackles of society and certainly the church…I was ripe to believe all the lies swirling around me and primed for the message of my outspoken atheistic college professor whose idea of fun was mocking people of faith. He was singing the song I wanted to hear: get rid of God! Happiness and freedom will be your reward. 

No wife is ever prepared to hear the words,“Your husband is dead,” but these were the words I heard on Wednesday morning, February 27. “How can this be?” I thought. We’d just enjoyed a  normal morning: breakfast, fun with our granddaughter, and getting ready for the day. He can’t be gone. But he is.