By the end of the summer, I found myself thinking, frequently and with relief, at least I’m not likely to live to 2050. At least I’ve already lived most of my life.  At least I won’t be here that much longer.

So when I was asked to offer a reflection for the start-of-year prayer service for faculty and staff, I realized that there was one thing I needed to say, for myself. This is a good time to be alive.