Trivia

The year of our Lord, nineteen hundred and seventy, and it is time for yet another picture of old “Father Time” and his reaper. Nineteen seventy, and “Father Time” is pushed aside by the infant new year (looking suspiciously like a kewpie doll). Nineteen seventy, and the world erupts in frenzied celebration as the delayed fuse of midnight passes from time zone to time zone. Wild parties, wild drinking, wild sinning: A new year dawns. For God’s people, the new year brings, not insane partying,...