Hey guys, my name is Johnny Artivantis and this is dial-in.

In this episode, we're going to take a brief hiatus from our various series

and we're going to look at one of my favorite Psalms, Psalm 90.

Let's dial in.

Depending on how old you are, you'll probably remember church directories.

You know, the whole family puts on their best outfit matching old navy shirts or something and takes a photo together.

The Art of Vannis family, there were parents Scott and Patty and then the seven siblings, Christine, Kyle, Johnny, that's me, Lissy, Emmy, Lindsay, and Lauren.

This was the typical format, the names of the parents, the names of the children, but then beneath

the names was what I personally loved the most, the numbers.

I don't know what books you read as a kid, but I read the church directory.

Why? Because I like to memorize the phone numbers of each family.

And as a kid, I would go up and greet people, not by their name, but by their phone number.

Hey, 630-870 yada, yada, yada.

Shout out to Wheaton, Illinois.

I used to recycle cans so I could buy packs of basketball and football cards,

not really so I could look at them,

but so I can memorize the numbers and stats of the athletes on the back. I love numbers. I've

woken up in the middle of the night, not with great spiritual epiphanies, but because I forgot how

many career rebounds Charles Berkeley had or how many career interceptions Dionne Sanders had.

But the number that I've thought about

more than any other number in the last year is the number 16,472. That is the number, if I live to be 75,

the number of days I have left in my life. One of the great thrusts of wisdom literature within the scripture

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