Lessons from My Father: A Reflection on Faith and Family

One of many fondest memories is of my father following my basketball games. I do not recall a game in high school that he missed. He was not a loud fan but he was always there and often took us to eat at a joint called Wetson's after games. On at least one occasion he took me to the ER after a game to get my lip stitched up...after Wetson's of course. After games we would sit at the kitchen table. He would drink coffee and I would down a quart of orange juice. He would often analyze my mistakes and praise my positive contribution to the game. It was always a nice time with dad. He got out of his work head and we shared our enthusiasm for the game. He played when he was a young man when there was a jump ball after every basket and most folks shot free throws with two hands under hand...or so he told me. I have lots of positive memories of my dad. He was forgiving, open minded, strong and he worked too much. When I say the Lord's prayer and say "Our father... It is the image and experience with my dad that informs my relationship with the Creator. He analyzes my mistakes, praises my positive contributions and shares my enthusiasm for life. God is still a great mystery to me. He is beyond my comprehension. I can not say I have anything tangible to hold on to....except in the same way I know my dad loved me and I loved him in return...I know "Our Father..." loves me and I am compelled by my heart and soul to love him in return. (Picture of Dad below...he is the good looking one...like me. LOL) Along the way, PN