T. S. Eliot, atheist author turned Christian, once asked the question, "Where is the life we have lost in living?" Having many opportunities to talk with dying people, I have often sensed their pain as they looked back. Words of emptiness and unimportance permeate their reminiscence. Somehow they got into a rut and lost hold of life with all its beauty and excitement. Weeks become months. Months became years. So fast. So routine. So deadening. One year hardly distinguishable from the next. And so the haunting question, "Where is the life we have lost in living?…