I am with you always even to the end of the age. Let s pretend you re in line at the market, the same smiling young man that s always bagged your groceries is there once again. He asks about your kids, work, how life s treating you. You give him some simple answers.
Kids are great, works work, life s fine.
Then he follows you to the car and continues some light conversation as he puts your groceries in the trunk for maybe the hundredth time in the last couple years. You go home. Eat dinner, watch a little TV and then go to bed. So after church you shake the pastors hand, Good sermon, pastor, you say. Go home, eat lunch, watch the ballgame, and forget all about the message.