He was in my living room the other day. We were just two old guys talking and enjoying each other’s company. We discussed some of the finer points of Christianity.
Seems like just yesterday he was a redheaded kid walking home from school with me. He was a little younger and I tried to communicate the ways of the world to him, seeing I had much more experience, being a junior in high school and all. Our grandfathers were brothers and I wonder what they would have thought of our conversations back in that day. They probably would have said, “My grandson’s as dumb as yours.”
One generation passes and another takes its place. While we’re still here, what are we to do?
So even to old age and gray hairs,
O God, do not forsake me,
until I proclaim your might to another generation,
your power to all those to come.
Old guys need to pass on the truth.
Think about it.