The Permanence of Love (Or, “Love Lasts”)

The first convention that I attended was the convention that was sponsored in 1969 (if you can call sneaking along to Disneyland and riding atop the Kentucky Fried Chicken in the back of a pick-up to Jinx lake, “attending”).  We had seven young people staying at our house, and in the back yard of our house we had a big tent with the five young men staying in it.  One of those boys is now an elder in my congregation in Byron Center, and his daughter is here.  Another one is a minister. What I...