“I look back on my life like a good day’s work, it was done and I am satisfied with it.” Grandma Moses (1860-1961)
I remember sitting at the bedside of a member of one of the churches I served. He was quite old and he was dying. His wife had called me to ask that I come and be with him. She said that he had some questions for me. I knew this would be a tough encounter for two reasons: 1) this gentleman was so weak that it would take all my concentration just to hear him speak and 2) I knew this was probably my last chance to have the opportunity to answer whatever questions he had. I wouldn’t get the opportunity to clarify any answers I might give him.