“Bu-ring, bu-ring….Bu-ring, bu-ring…” iPhone displays my son’s name: “Allan Murray” 9.45 pm. I’m expecting the usual, “Dad, the Bible Study ran a bit late and we’ll be home at 10.15-ish.” Instead. “Eeeeeeeeeee-aaaaaaaaaw……Eeeeeeeeeee-aaaaaaaaaw” An almost deafening siren. With multiple others in…

Last week I happened to find my daily diary from 1981. I was 14-15 years old at the time and never did I think then that 30 years later I’d be reading that diary to my two little daughters while lying on their bed in Grand Rapids, MI. Not sure if Grand Rapids even existed then.