Put on the new self, created to be like
God in true righteousness and holiness.
My good friend Allen Isbell wrote the following, which strikes a chord with us grayheads.
We were born before television, polio shots, frozen foods, Xerox, plastic, contact lenses, Frisbees, and the Pill. Before radar, credit cards, split atoms, laser beams, and ballpoint pens; before pantyhose, dishwashers, clothes dryers, electric blankets, air-conditioned cars, drip-dry clothes—and no one had walked on the moon.
We got married first—and then lived together.
We were before day-care centers and group therapy. We never heard of FM radio, tape decks, 8-Tracks, CDs, electric typewriters, artificial hearts, word processors, computers, video cameras, cell phones, and guys wearing earrings.
For us, “time-sharing” meant togetherness; a “chip” meant a piece of wood; “software” was not even a word.
We are the last generation so dumb as to think you need a husband to have a baby.
But we have survived.
What better reason to celebrate!