I got home today from my three-week fishing expedition in Alaska. I brought home 150 pounds of fish, including salmon and halibut. We fish a lot, often all night long and during the day. I take my dory boat out in Cook Inlet for halibut during the day and fish for salmon on the Kenai River at night. I used to be able to do that consistently for three weeks with a couple of hours of sleep between outings, but this year I had to take some days off and rest and get caught up on sleep. I enjoyed the marathon fishing I used to do from the challenge point of view, but I enjoyed a more relaxed pace this year even more. I have been thinking and planning for improvements on my boat for next year and the year after.  I get to wondering how long I can keep this up. I am almost 77 years old and in ten years, 87. Can I keep fishing until I am 90? I have been fishing in Alaska every summer since 1993, 32 years ago, and just 13 years left, maybe less. Oh well, take it one year at a time, one fishing trip at a time. This October, for my birthday, I am going on a ten-day fishing trip on a big boat out of San Diego to fish for big tuna. I am planning on bringing home a thousand pounds of fish! I get closer to eternity with Jesus and my new glorified body as I get older. It used to be like thinking of a fairy tale or science fiction; it was just too far away to seem real. Not any more, dying and going to heaven is a regular thought, at least daily, and I am eagerly looking forward to it. In the meantime, I will preach, teach, and fish.