When I was a boy of about ten, eleven, or twelve, one Saturday a friend and I were walking back from the picture show downtown.  It was at least three miles.  In those days it wasn't uncommon.  All of a sudden...out of the blue I told my friend that I believed I'd be alive when Jesus came back.  We hadn't been talking about such things.  It just popped into my mind.  He looked at me and said he believed that he would too.

 

That was nearly fifty years ago.  I still remember that short conversation.  I have no idea what that movie was, or what we talked about later.

 

Bruce Baber