Until the message asking for "advice to a young preacher" came in last week, it really had not occurred to me that I might not actually be a young preacher anymore in the eyes of my peers. Mind you, at 52 years of age, I know that I have much to be grateful for. I am not on any medication whatsoever, I still look and feel young, and I am far physically stronger than I was in my 20s through 40s. But I suppose that does not change the fact that I have taken more than 19,000 laps around the Earth's axis.
And that is indeed enough time to have learned a thing or two.
I know that many members of the clergy read this column since so many of you have communicated with me about it through the years.