One Sunday morning recently, this song came to mind as I opened my kitchen blinds to the glorious sun and realized that some of my dearest prayers had been answered. In a spirit of joy and victory that afternoon, I decided to look up more information about this song and its Irish composer, Robin Mark, whose music remains some of my favorite, “Days of Elijah” in particular. To my dismay and annoyance, a well-known “test” of contemporary songs had failed this one altogether w

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It struck me recently—and with some chagrin—that I have now lived three generations. Deciding there was nothing I could do about this, I also realized that it might be fun to think of each generation as a box of my favorite memories. I was delighted to discover that I had a lot more in my 0-20 “box” than I realized—and, wow, have times changed! A lot of things I remember are things that only I remember—because only I experienced them! But there are a whole lot more that I