drop in the well of wisdom. His life was a confirmation of Ingmar Bergman’s reflection, when he said, “Old age is like climbing a large mountain. The higher you get, the more tired and breathless you become, but your sight becomes more free and the view more extensive and serene.” It had only been a few months since he had retired. He and his wife, Rachel, had decided to flee from all the noise and spend the last stretch of their journey in prayer and seclusion. “We have served Him on the front line,