Like most kids I would have preferred to have a man's man for a dad. Perhaps a former NFL champion who was now president of some huge business empire--a man both famous and rich and could quaff down and hold a stiff hard shot of whisky--a man of big gestures.
What I got was a God's man – neither famous nor rich nor dominant nor domineering – a man the world could quickly adjudge "soft." It is an understatement to say that I got the better deal. My father was authentic, compassionate, steady, loving, loyal, reliable, and true--a man assiduous in little acts of kindness. He is now the template I would most like to emulate in order to eschew spiritual emptiness and self-desecration.
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