The Preacher and I met in his upstairs “office” this afternoon. He wanted to browse through his “stuff” (writings, messages, collections of “paperwork,” etc.), and so we did. I think he was wondering two things – what was still in his possession, and will anyone be interested in it “tomorrow.”  No doubt he is getting older and realising that “the day comes closer with every breath.” I told him that everyone wants to be remembered in one way or another, however it is not usually done by sifting through boxes of illegible scratches on piles of paper and boxes of legal tablets. He seemed a little disappointed, but at least…