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I’m not far from seventy years old. I’ve learned a few things, a few troubling things. But even some that say they know these same things just continue making plans for a future that doesn’t exist. My dad would say some things but as a young man I didn’t think much about it. He studied some things too. He knew what was happening down the line. And now his son does too. I want to be a watchman on the wall, let those I care about know what is at the door. But like the days of Noah, nobody cares. People care about a whole host of things. Some say they know, they care, but there building bigger barns. Even I am building a bigger barn. If no one else cares, why should I? Besides, every day I’m getting closer to dead. Scripture says it’s my responsibility to care and try to warn people of what lies ahead. So I do, a little. But as eternity approaches I feel more and more that I am alone; alone in my thoughts, alone in my knowledge, alone facing eternity. In the end I think you just realize you’re alone. We end up alone facing eternity.