The pain or the joy? You get to decide

The pain or the joy? You get to decide

Born in 1933, Bob quickly found himself in the church nursery on Sunday mornings. This would be the same nursery that welcomed me decades later. If your math skills aren’t strong, that would make Bob 93. Dressed impeccably every week, he served as an usher at my church until he passed last year. Bob was sweet and gentle. He radiated joy, always making me laugh. In fact, I’m smiling as I write this, remembering a funny story he last told me. Jesu…