The old man was already praying.
For most of his adult life, this was Simeon’s routine. He awoke and prayed, washed his hands and face, ate a meager meal of dates and bread, and headed to the temple, his thoughts on his greatest desire. To see the Messiah.
He knew he would see the Messiah before he died, God had promised him that. But here he was, surely nearing the end of his life, his knees creaking as he shuffled ...
How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flewn… – Dr. Seuss
The time has flewn! Here are a winter work updates!
I’m not the first person to notice our society is terrible at waiting.
Drive-thrus that take longer than Chick-Fil-A: horrible. Waiting four seconds for a YouTube video to load? What is this, the stone age? And now YOU’RE THROWING ADS IN THE MIDDLE OF MY VIDEO? Barbaric.
I’m 27, so that makes me old enough to remember what it was like to anxiously check the phone (aka landline, aka this phone that didn’t leave the house) when we got back from running errands for messages. I remember being ...