As I talked with a group yesterday the topic of our ages arose. When that happens, I typically like to make people guess because I know the gray hair will usually confuse them into thinking I’m older than I am, and its fun and funny to hear their responses and then to see their faces when I tell them my age.

When I asked this group yesterday, the responses varied—all well North of my real age. The doctor in the crowd called me “60.” One young man, age 22, thought I was “70.”

They were all amazed to discover that I first saw the light of day in……1963.

Now on  to what is increasingly becoming a favorite Bible passage of mine “Gray hair is a crown of splendor; it is attained by a righteous life.” (Proverbs 16:31) SEE! I told you I was living right. And I’ve got the hair to prove it.