I am a child of the sixties - I remember the summer of love in 1967, I remember the JFK, MLK and RK assassinations. I remember the 60's college campus demonstrations and riots. I remember the Kent State Massacre. I had the Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young recording of Woodstock. I remember when the Beatles were twenty and skinny and singing... If I Fell, HELP, I Wanna Hold Your Hand, Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds, She Loves You, Yesterday and every other hit they made in the sixties and seventies.

I remember when Glen Campbell posed the musical question, "Galveston." I remember getting a "dollars worth of regular" at the gas station and knowing it would take you back and forth to work for about three days. I remember Dick Clark, IKE and Tina Turner, The Who, Chicago Transit Authority, The Association and the Mammas and the Poppas. I remember Lufkin, Texas pre-loop 287, pre-Mall, pre-El Chico, pre-Whataburger, Pre-(ohmigosh) McDonalds. I remember the Rock House Cafe, Beams, the Panther Drive-In, the Redland Drive-In, the Pines Theater, Sharkeys Market, Shifters, and watching color televison through a store window with my mouth open in amazement. Corvairs, Simcas, Belvedeers and Pacers were all cars best left in antiquity. In short - I'm older than dirt, grass and sliced bread.

But God is eternal. Whoa. No context for that. Eternal. That means He has never NOT been. I'm sure you get that but I can't get my brain wrapped around it. Lost too may brain cells in the seventies to think that one through. But one thing I know. He loves me. Not really sure how or why or what for. I'm just glad He does. By the way - He's nutty about you too. Thinks about you all the time... well, He's thinking about you now. Good thoughts, loving thoughts, eternal thoughts. Rest in that today. It's enough. It's a lot.

Wonder if God used to like to watch the chariot races back in 7 A.D.? Bet he did.