I remember my pre-teen self feeling four news-induced punches to the gut during my “wonder years”. Three were assassinations. The TV news bulletins (no Internet back then!) disrupted the normalcy of our days when JFK, RFK, and MLK were each gunned down unexpectedly. The fourth was something I learned about when I got to the school bus stop and Steve King told us the Beatles had broken up. That was on April 10, 1970.

All of this caused me to go all introspective this morning. Fifty years. Wow. Seems like a flash. I remember that it was only the old people who thought time flies. Now, I know what they were talking about. James tells us that our lives are “like a mist that appears for a little time then vanishes” (James 4:14). The Psalmist asks God to “make me know my end and what is the measure of my days; let me know how fleeting I am!” (Psalm 39:4). In other places the Bible tells us that we are like a breath or a wind that passes away.
As I pondered that reality occasioned by today’s hard-to-believe-it’s-been-fifty-years anniversary, I also remembered the beauty of who God is and what He’s given us in His Word. God is eternal and in control. And even though winds and breaths shift and come and go, “the word of the Lord remains forever” (I Peter 1:24). That’s why we must never cease preaching the Gospel to ourselves and to our kids.