A Personal Note

Fair warning: I don’t publish things like this here, very often (this may be the first time), but this post deals closely with my faith. If you’d rather not read about any aspect of that, I understand – feel free to stop reading here.

On Monday, February 1, 2016, my father died. Today, we buried his body. He was well educated and mentally disciplined. He had also made the decision he wanted no heroic measures taken to prolong biological life, saying he much preferred to “just go home.” His faith in the One who had never deserted or disappointed him was both complete and I believe well-placed. The grief is far greater than I thought it would be. That said, I do have reason to smile. In part because I can fondly remember our time as father and son, both when I was a child and even more richly once I grew up and had kids of my own. In addition, I smile because my faith is placed in the same One as was his. I am absolutely convinced that in one brief second, he learned more about Jesus than is known by all living Bible scholars combined.

Goodbye for now, Papa. As much as I miss  you, I know I will see you again one day.