April and I don’t know how many more years we will have together. Granted, theoretically, it could be one more day. But we know we’re nearing the end of our time together. That’s where our new priority lies.

While in college, I spent a summer as a flagman for a construction company. Waving a flag wasn’t particularly hard since the flag weighed less than a saltine cracker. Standing on black asphalt for eight hours in the summer sun provided a nuance to the phrase ‘road kill.’ It was hard work, and nothing could have made it easy.

God is love. That phrase is in the Bible (1 John 4:16). Sadly, many churches and pastors have co-opted the definition of ‘love,’ and now it means ‘tolerant.’ They teach, ‘God is tolerant.’ Therefore, we must be tolerant. If we all become tolerant about everything then evil ceases to exist. Seriously?

That’s masterpiece irony, and only God Himself could make it happen. Maybe He chuckled as He made it happen. After all, excellent irony makes us all laugh.