Genetically I look a lot like my Dad, and he looked a lot like his Dad. They both started showing signs of dementia when they turned 80. I am praying this disease will skip me. But if it doesn’t, I have about 15 more years before I start repeating what I said five minutes ago.

Snapping the top off and sniffing the almost empty milk jug let me know quickly with a sharp twinge in my nostrils that the milk was rancid. Some people look back on their life and say the same thing. They say things like, “I’m too far gone” or “You just don’t know all the bad things I’ve done.”

I’ve probably listened to it a least a hundred times… “You don’t tug on Superman’s cape. You don’t spit into the wind. You don’t pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger. And you don’t mess around with Jim.”

I cringe every time I see another headline reporting moral failure. I don’t blame you for thinking the church is full of hypocrisy. So many people have been scorched by a harsh judgmentalism and see the church as irrelevant. So is that the end of the story?