Sunday, September 9, 2018
To say that Jim and I go back a long way is an understatement. When I entered this world, 3 month old Jim was my neighbor 5 doors down the street. Our lives, thru the ensuing decades, had several parallels. We both graduated from high school in 1957, from college in 1961, and seminary in 1965 (albeit different schools in every case). We also both were involved, at various times in our professional careers, with broadcast ministries. As we passed thru life and our paths took us in several directions, Jim was always a friend of long-standing and it was always good to run into him when we'd be back visiting in Jamestown. I particularly appreciated his coming to my mother's burial several years ago. It's not pleasant losing a contemporary, but I've been rejoicing in the knowledge of the glorious welcome home that he has experienced and I someday will share.
