from around 2017: Time is so fleeting. Watching "Harry and the Hendersons" for the first time in years, I was reminded of a dear friend who was a truck driver. He would often have to be on the road for weeks at a time, and I'd pick up his kids each Sunday and drive them to the church I attended back then. Then, after church, we'd stop at McDonalds for hamburgers and milkshakes and to play. Once, when arriving home from a road trip, their dad presented to them "Harry and the Hendersons," which they absolutely loved to watch. Those were such happy times. I was only around 30 then. Sadly, their father was killed out West while on a road trip, and over time I gradually lost contact with the family. (You never intend for that to happen, but it does.) Now, here I am almost 60, watching the same movie on Netflix and thinking of them. I hope they turned out well. And the time? Where has it all gone? James 4:14 comes to mind.