I have 3 minutes to write. I vowed (or practically vowed) to go to bed at 11:30 pm. Yet, here I am….writing with 2 minutes to go. I have been thinking a lot about life and death. When a pastor from San Diego dies suddenly of a heat attack, you think.

When a popular star commits suicide, you consider.

When you have loved ones and countless people you care for, you worry.

And my 3 minutes is over.

Though, I’m not finished yet. Continue reading “3 Minutes” →