On my last birthday I turned 61.
I thought by this age I’d get the hang of the whole sainthood thing, at least the Protestant definition of a saint as simply being a follower of Jesus, although that somehow doesn’t seem to be enough. Shouldn’t there be more to it than that? Hitting a benchmark of obedience? Praying without ceasing? Saying no to temptation eight out of 10 times, or at least two out of 10?
If so, then I’m a poor excuse for a “saint.”