by Michael Duncan
Pastor, Eminence Baptist Church
I sometimes forget how many years I’ve lived (a nice way of saying I sometimes forget how old I am). Whenever my mind starts recalling old songs, I’m reminded.
As a child, I loved sitting in the living room listening to my mom’s records. You remember records, don’t you? They were round discs made of vinyl. You placed a disc on a turntable, gently placed the stylus arm down onto the disc, and there was music—beautiful stereophonic music.