I had coffee with my dad this morning. He just returned from a week long trip to Peru. Not a vacation. A work trip to help rebuild areas destroyed by their recent earthquake.
My mom says he’s been crying very easily since he’s been home. Exposure to poverty will do that to you.
What I love is that my dad is 70 years old and still experiencing life. Still saying, “I want to go to the front line for Jesus.”
I want to grow old like that. (Not that 70 is all that old dad.)