I’ve missed you, and I’m counting the days when I can meet you more regularly again here at this intersection between God and life.

This story comes thanks to fellow saint and sinner Paul. When a star on the basketball court can say that the game he played so well was really child’s play in contrast to the real game plan God had for him—caring devotedly for a wife of 63 years whose struggle with dementia in her last dozen years of life rendered Cousy her sole caretaker—I want to exclaim that such feats of love can only be God-breathed.

Enjoy the story—and grab those Kleenexes.