Dad's Birthday Mystery

How does Dad fool people who try to guess his age? Where does he go for those secret sips from a fountain of youth that keeps his skin so wrinkle free? Where does he get that worry free, calm, steady, even slow paced composure that draws to him cats, chldren, and tormented souls?

It is a secret source found only in dreams and in prayer.

We ever ready rabbit type Cains might joke about his slow driving, his double checking before leaving, and even about his uncanny ability to sleep almost anywhere. But, as our batteries seem to run down quicker, and we find new wrinkles that aren't from smiling we might want to refer to these pictures of Dad and get some clue of maybe a new approach to life.

The scriptures say there is a time and a season to all things. Those of us who try to go against that wisdom and rush the times and seasons too often fall into holes because we are in too much of a hurry to pay attention. Slow and steady wins the race with the added benefit of also enjoying the scenery along the way. Happy Birthday to the man who attracts cats, dogs, children, and those of us who seek calm waters. 68 years ago on Apr. 7, 1943 Ron's earthly clock started, but I know we knew each other before our earth time began, and I know I loved him then too.