Old podcasts never die.

If I could put time in a bottle, I wouldn’t. But I would create a beginning and an ending for bookends to one week of seven days in eternity. Then we would continue, as we always have, always do, and always will. Time is just so finite.

Now that I'm on this side of the wall, I'm looking back over the top and through the linked chain at the souls on the other side who would like to be where we are. Poor souls. They still use pen and paper. Some even use pencils and erasers instead of taps and backspaces. What a wonderful life this is!

Welcome to my 3-way link. If you made it to the end, I congratulate you. Extract the information you need to make your move. I’ll keep transmitting with or without likes, acknowledgements, comments, or applause. I want to take you to My Leader. You won’t be sorry.

The faith of our spiritual ancestors still speaks. We learn from their faith. Abel, Enoch, and Noah were imperfect humans like us who walked with God and made a difference in the world when they lived.

Nowadays the world looks and feels like it must’ve looked to God back in Noah’s days just before He swept life from the face of the earth. Now, more than ever, is a good time to seek God’s favor and connect to Him through His Son. He has revealed His Plan. It’s up to us whether or not we receive and believe what He’s revealed.

Stay tuned. Abraham’s up next? Here’s something to think about:

How much are willing to sacrifice to obey God?

He smiled. I waved. He died. I lived. I lived to be the old man in the rocking chair, and I’m grinning a big, semi-toothless grin. I look forward to seeing the old man again. I’m sure neither of us will ever be old again.

In the meantime, I Thank God I can still rock my own chair and even push it around. The adventure continues.

It’s good to know that in a world of clouds and bunkers that even if I must live in a bunker for now I can still compute and think in the clouds and beyond, for now, for a while longer. And even now, since the world began, no ear has heard, no eye has seen, and no mind has imagined what a God like Him, who works for those who wait for Him, has prepared for them.

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What a day that first day! I can’t imagine what will happen before the week ends, but I’m really looking forward to a day of rest.

In the meantime, it’s just Him, you, and me. We never stop, but sometimes we have to quit. Life’s merry-go-round has been exciting, but it’s no match for what comes next.

I stepped off this morning, but I’m stepping back on now, if only for one more round.

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