I’ve mentioned my friend Harry before.
He’s 86ish and used to golf every day, but one day several years ago he decided he’d had enough and hung up his clubs, or whatever it is you do when you stop golfing.
Harry and his wife, Charlotte, have sat behind me in church for as long as I can remember.
When we built the sanctuary 12 years ago, Harry and Charlotte scoped the place out and chose their spot on the second row, second section on the left, Saturday night service.
I chose my spot on the first row, right in front of Harry.