I just turned 65, which means two things. One, I can now officially call myself a geezer – a lifelong goal. Two, I’m at a natural point to look back at some of the events that have shaped my life, and there is one that stands out.
When I was in high school, I attended a prayer meeting in my best friend’s basement along with several other guys. That high school boys would voluntarily get together for prayer is a story in itself, though this was during the Jesus movement of the late ’60s and early ’70s.