SOME YEARS ago I was attending the wedding of a relative where the priest was urging the young couple to devote time to family relationships. I was only half listening. The sermon had been going on for nearly 10 minutes and there was a great deal of fidgeting in the church. And then the priest said something which made me sit up and take notice.
"I have sat at the deathbeds of many people," he said. "And I have never, ever heard one of them say they wished they'd spent more time at the office." I felt myself blushing. The fidgeting stopped and the priest gave a few moments for his words to sink in. "Just think about that," he said. And the sermon was over. Why did …