(Psalms 1:1-6)
we have two very different men. the first is a tree planted by streams of water.
the second is chaff.
this past week my grandfather passed away. the patriarch. the glue. everyone had their own story to tell about the man who captained the family ship.
i did not grow up knowing my grandfather.
instead i am left with a sinking feeling. my grandfather left his wife and a family of five children, eleven grandchildren and seven greatgrandchildren.
and this ship is no ark.
in his wake is a family left devastated and without direction.
and i wonder what kind of man was he?
and when i am eighty. will anyone be eating fruit in its season?
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