If this is not a place where tears are understood, Then where shall I go to cry? And if this is not a place where my spirit can take wings, Then where shall I go to fly? I don't need another place for trying to impress you With just how good and virtuous I am. I don't need another place for always being on top of things; Everybody knows that it's a sham. I don't need another place for always wearing smiles, Even when it's not the way I feel. I don't need another place to mouth the same old platitudes; Everybody knows that it's not real. So if this is not a place where my questions can be asked, Then where shall I go to seek? And if this is not a place where my heart cry can be heard, Where, tell me where, shall I go to speak? So if this is not a place where tears are understood, Where shall I go, where shall I go to fly? -- Ken Medema
My friend, Roger Ciskie, isn't letting any moss gather during his retirement. He's one of the most inspiring people I know.
"Go Roger!" Retirement is certainly not the end as many men see it ... it's simply a transition from one career to another. Retirees have so much to offer - experience, time, wisdom, and more. My church would be far poorer if it were not for a small army of retirees.
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