Our Daily Bread

When I am asked how I’m doing as a man in his eighties, I reply, “My life moves along contentedly in well-worn grooves.” As I observe my friends and neighbors around me, I realize that most of them are also following a basic routine. Although not trapped on a treadmill, they are working at their jobs, raising families, and serving in their churches. There’s nothing necessarily heroic or exciting about their lives, nor is there about mine.