… precious grandkids… thank God!

My “business card” now simply proclaims “Grandfather of Eleven!” with a picture of them (and us: wife Loie and me) on the other side. It used to say, “Presbyterian Pastor,” then “Retired Presbyterian Pastor.” Now, I’ve got the best lil’ “congregation” imaginable. And, I was diagnosed with stage 4 colorectal cancer (migrated to liver…) in January. Chemo…. In-Betweenness…. Those eleven are the best signs of God’s love and daily reminders to… hope, that you can imagine.