It is common for old-timers, a group in which I am solidly ensconced, to envy the strength and vitality of the youth. I envy the number of years they have ahead of them. I would love to do life over again, assuming I would know on the second pass through what I have learned through toil and trouble the first time along life’s journey. But there is no guarantee of days. The “three score and ten” (Psalm 90:10) is an......