A Wondering Wandering Simpleton

When I was young I never stopped and contemplated my dad, or his loving and protective role in my life.  He was my “greatness” and I was always secure.  I never lost that foundation of security even though for years I lived opposite or outside the foundation that made my dad for me, secure; that child that knew absolutely his father to be his security.  During all those years I never doubted.  My father was a man of faith and his faith was absolutely true and he always embraced it even if on occasion he did not live to the pinnacle of its tenants.  Even there he was security for me because he fully embraced a faith that said, ‘all have fallen short’ but ‘all are made right always and only by grace’.  I find it extremely unnerving to consider God by expecting Him to answer all my doubts in the identical way that as a child I never contemplated my dad and why he lived as he did.  Greatness needs no explanation because it is what it is named, Great.  And as a simple child of 59 I can live securely this way.  I can be dependably warmed by a fire without running into the cold because I cannot fathom how wood can transform into fire.  Wood I understand.  Fire I do not.  Wood is my dad.  Fire is my Saving Greatness.  

My dad as a child.  Our son Zac looks like him.