Finishing Well

Part 1 of reflections on the Game of Life after the two minute warning

I am in my middle seventies. Bearing down on eighty is both sobering and satisfying. Satisfying because I am profoundly grateful for the grace of God that has kept me and sustained me over seven and half decades. Soon I will leave what C. S. Lewis called “The Shadowlands” and enter that eternal day where “... night will be no more. (I) will need no ligh…