He sat in his big orange chair. It was 50 yrs old. He’d had it since his granddaughter was a baby.

He sat there rocking while reading his Bible like he did every day. His hearing had failed him years before but his eyes never had. Well, maybe a little, but that was what large print was for.

Today he was reading the gospel account of Matthew. He had read 100 times before, but he still appreciated every word of it. No matter what, his Bible and his faith had never failed him.