Greetings Dear Reader,
We are all on a journey.
Whether we accept it or not the Father calls us all home. Some journey with the Son as a guide and some
do not. Unfortunately, some who choose
to follow the Son choose to judge and reject those who do not.
We are instructed by the one we follow to love them
all. We are also told that we are to be
an example that entices them to follow as well.
It is not through judgment and condemnation that we accomplish
this. It is through love and service.
Fathers are supposed to set the same example for their
children. The best fail. Some fail worse than others. Some choose to fail or never even try. Our father wounds can fester and infect our ability
to father our children.
The truth is that we are all walking wounded. Some is nature and some is nurture. We carry the burdens fostered upon us by our
parents. Oscar Wilde wrote, “Children
begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes
they forgive them.” I have had to work
hard to forgive the pain set upon me by my progenitor. When came down to it there was only one act
left to show love for him and I did it.
We must not fail to forgive our fathers. We need the grace too much to avoid giving it
to others. We need the freedom too much
to carry the burden. I must see that my
fellow travelers are walking wounded and love them where they are. I must live a life that avoids the things
that caused wounds in my children. I must fail to spread the infection from the
wounds inflicted by my father.
There is no human
that does not need grace and mercy. It
is my obligation to be an example of that.
It is through the Father’s love for me that I can find the courage to
love others no matter how wounded, scared, or damaged I am.
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer
who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home
owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure
store.”
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