I remember my father and his own faith. It was a faith that believed in the metaphors of the stories read and told by Christians. It was the belief that those stories represented ways to cope with the chafe and pain that may come from time to time.
It was also a belief that love was a chain that connected the lives of the shattered to the lives of the complete and they should not be broken. It's been many years since I thought about finding comfort in these words, but sometimes the thud of truth can hit hard.
This piece by Mark Osler has that truth for me.
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